Let us not forget the great Richard Dawkins who finally freed the world of religion long ago. Dawkins knew that logic and reason were the way of the future. But it wasn't until he met his beautiful wife that he learned using logic and reason isn't enough. You have to be a dick to everyone who doesn't think like you.
— Tell you what you already know?
— No, prove that you know it.
From a hundred rabbits you can’t make a horse, a hundred suspicions don’t make a proof, as the English proverb says, but that’s only from the rational point of view—you can’t help being partial, for after all a lawyer is only human.
— Egypt is in my blood. You see, my father was a very, very famous explorer. And he loved Egypt so much, he married my mother, who was an Egyptian and quite an adventurer herself?
— I get your father and I get your mother, and... I get him, but... What are you doing here?
— Look, I may not be an explorer or an adventurer or a treasure seeker or a gunfighter, Mr. O'Connell, but I am proud of what I am.
— And what is that?
— I... am a librarian. And I am going to kiss you, Mr. O'Connell.
— Call me Rick.
Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in the milk.
— I wanna know something, Mildred. Why'd you drill a hole through poor fat Geoffrey's thumbnail?
— That did not happen. His hand slipped. He drilled a hole through his own self. Did he say I did it? I guess it's his word against mine, then, huh? Kinda like in all those rape cases you hear about.
— I was on my way back, in New Zealand, when the President was killed. Oswald was charged at 7:00 p.m., Dallas time with Tippit's murder. That's 2:00 p.m. the next day in New Zealand. But already their papers had the entire history of this unknown, 24-year-old Oswald. Studio picture, detailed biography, Russian information, and were sure that he killed the President alone although it took them four more hours to charge him with that crime in Dallas. It felt to me as if a cover story was being put out. Like we would in a Black Op. After I came back I asked myself, why was I, the chief of Special Ops, sent to the South Pole to do a job many others could have done? I wondered if it could've been because a routine duty, if I'd been in Washington would've been to order additional security in Texas. I checked it out and found that someone told the 112th Military Intelligence Group at Fort Sam Houston to stand down that day, over the protests of Colonel Reich. I believe it's a mistake. It's standard procedure, especially in a known hostile city like Dallas to supplement the Secret Service. Even if we hadn't let him ride with the bubble-top off, we would've put 100 to 200 agents on the sidewalk without question. A month before, in Dallas, UN Ambassador Adlai Stevenson was spit on and hit.
— Yes, exactly.
— There had been attempts on De Gaulle's life in France. We'd have arrived days ahead, studied the route, checked all buildings. Never would've allowed open windows overlooking Dealey. Our own snipers would've covered the area. If a window went up, they'd have been on the radio! We'd be watching the crowd, packages, rolled-up newspapers, coats. Never would've let a man open an umbrella. Never would've let the car slow down to ten miles an hour. Or take that unusual curve at Houston and Elm. You'd have felt an Army presence in the streets that day. But none of this happened. It violated our most basic protection codes. And it is the best indication of a massive plot in Dallas.
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