Look all over him. All over his body? Well, somebody's gotta do it. I'm busy standing...

Sam Diamond: Look all over him. Dick Charleston: All over his body? Sam Diamond: Well, somebody's gotta do it. I'm busy standing guard. Dick Charleston: Why don't I stand guard? You look all over the body. Sam Diamond: All right, we'll take turns. You look over the first dead, naked body that we find and I'll look over the second.

not on his head, his neck, his back or his chest. - Look all over him. - All over his body? Somebody’s gotta do it. I'm busy standin' guard. Why don’t I stand guard? You look. All right, we'll take turns. You look over the first dead, naked body we find, and I’LL look over the second. Hurry up. We only got eight minutes. See anything? No, I don't see a bullet hole anywhere. - Hold it. I see something. - What is it? Forget it. My mistake. Not a bullet hole. If he wasn't plugged, what about the shots? Divide and conquer. - What? - Another diversion. He gives us meaningless clues to confuse us, dangles red herrings before us... bedazzles us with bizarre banalities, but all the time... seconds are ticking away towards the truly terrible murder still to come.