“No, that's not possible," Michael said. "Killed, yes; jail, no.”
“Am I to assume you would rather not have us as clients?" "Let me think about that for a nanosecond," Dickie said. "Yes! Last time you were in my office you tried to kill me." "That's an exaggeration. Maim you, yes. Kill you, probably not." ”
“Yeah, but the lost diadem," said Michael Corner, rolling his eyes, "is lost, Luna. That's sort of the point.”
“But – Michael, you said you didn’t know Oliver, and–”“I didn’t, until he killed me. We were never formally introduced.”
“You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other.""Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.”
“He was crazy, Michael thought, but he appeared to be nice-crazy, and not I'll-kill-you-I'll-kill-you crazy.”