Uhm... Sorry about that, Dad

Willie Wang:

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... I can't believe you missed it, Pop. The world's five greatest living detectives, and not one of you noticed that *Twain was clutching a note in his hand!* Sidney Wang:
Give it to me. Willie Wang:
Oh, no; it's mine. Milo Perrier:
Oh, give it to your father, you idiot! Willie Wang:
[gloating]
"Idiot?" We'll see who's the idiot, Mr. Perrier! The $1 million goes to whoever solves the crime, and that could be me just as easily as you! I've got more brains than my father gives me credit for! "#3 Adopted Son?" I'm sick and tired of being just your #3 Adopted Son. I'm *Willie Wang, Young Detective!* This clue belongs to me, and nobody's getting it from me, you understand? Nobody...! Sam Diamond:
[with his gun leveled at Willie's head]
Better stand back, Tess. I don't want you to get hurt when the bullet comes out his other ear. [takes the note and reads] Sam Diamond:
"Please call dairy and cancel future deliveries of milk; Lionel Twain deceased." [hands back the note] Sam Diamond:
So much for your clue, kid. Willie Wang:
[very sheepish]
Uhm... Sorry about that, Dad