Hakuba (checking notes on KID and murmuring): Hmm. Interesting.
Kaito (walking past): Ah. Our resident Holmes. Started talking to yourself, I see.
Hakuba: Yes, it's the only way I can be assured of intelligent conversation.
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Hakuba (checking notes on KID and murmuring): Hmm. Interesting.
Kaito (walking past): Ah. Our resident Holmes. Started talking to yourself, I see.
Hakuba: Yes, it's the only way I can be assured of intelligent conversation.
King of Demons: Don't worry, Eda. I have a last and I think you'll find decisive witness. Call Luz the Human.
Eda: (whispers into Luz’s ears) Deny everything, Luz.
Luz: (nods in understanding and heads to the stand)
King: Are you Luz the Human?
Luz: NO! (winks at Eda)
King: Um, but you are Eda the Owl Lady's student?
Luz: NO! (Gives Eda two thumbs up)
Eda: (Slams her head on the table)
King: Come on, Luz. Be a bit more helpful, it's me!
Luz: No it isn't!
Hakuba: Am I jumping the gun, Kuroba, or are the words "I have a cunning plan" marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation?
Black Heron: Steelbeak, your brain is like the four-headed, man-eating haddock fish-beast of Aberdeen.
Steelbeak: In what way?
Heron: It doesn’t exist.
King Snugglemagne: Last night I was having a bit of a snack at the Naughty Hellfire Club, and some fellow said I had the wit and sophistication of a donkey! Quinton: Oh, an absurd suggestion, sir. King Snugglemagne: You're right. It is absurd. Quinton: Unless of course, it was a particularly stupid donkey. King Snugglemagne: If only I'd thought of saying that.
Ma Beagle: Am I jumping the gun, Bigtime, or are the words "I have a cunning plan" marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation?
Bigtime: They certainly are, Ma!
Ma: Well, forgive me if I don't do a cartwheel of joy. Your reputation in this department is hardly one-hundred percent. So, what is it?
Bigtime: We do... nothing.
Ma: (pause) Yep. That's another world-beater.
Bigtime: No, wait. We do nothing... until our heads have actually been cut off.
Ma: And then we... spring into action?
Bigtime: Yeah! You know how when you cut a chicken's head off, it runs round and round the farmyard and then out the farm gate?
Ma: (pause) Yeeeeees?
Bigtime: Well, we wait until our heads have been cut off, then we run round and round the farmyard, out the gate and we escape. What do you think?
Ma: (long pause) My opinion's rather hard to sum up in words. So I'll just put it this way. (twists his nose)
Eve: (looks at map for their next mission) God, it’s a barren, featureless desert out there, isn’t it?
Villanelle: (nodding, terrified)
Carolyn, suppressing an eye-roll: The other side, ladies.
Mr Rogers:Get the door, Amelia Bedelia.
[There is a crash. Amelia Bedelia enters, carrying a door.]
Mr. Rogers: Bedelia, I would advise you to make the explanation you are about to give... phenomenally good.
Amelia Bedelia: You said "Get the door."
Rogers: Not good enough. You're fired.
Amelia Bedelia: But my lord, I've been in your family since 1963!
Rogers: So has syphilis! Now get out!