Quotes About Interrogation

A police station is a damn poor place to question anybody that you don't need to scare.

Han dejado ya de llorar los corderos, Clarice?

any more about it?" Joe asked.

Cody put his cup in the saucer and lowered his voice. "When I talked to you earlier you said something about this not being the first time some girls came up missing around here. Care to expound on that topic a little?" Legerski paused and looked into Cody with well-practiced, all-seeing cop eyes. Searching Cody for something. Cody just looked back, squinting through the smoke of his third cigarette since he'd walked in.

Who is here with you?" "Don't stop," she begged. "Who is here with you?" he repeated, harshly this time. "You are." "What is my name?" "Reyes

In Mathematics the art of proposing a question must be held of higher value than solving it.

At first he didn't want to tell us, and then Jim asked him if he was left- or right-handed. The bodyguard asked why and Jim told him that he would break the other arm first, because he wasn't a complete bastard.

The point is, I have no patience left. You will tell me where you went when you vanished. Now." Andrea raised her chin, as if daring me to take a swing. "Or?" Or what exactly? "Or I will punch you right in the face." Andrea froze. For a second I thought she would bolt for the door. She sighed instead. "Can I at least get some coffee first?

Le reste ondoie, s'effrange en silence, interroge dedans, dehors dans l'espace de la nuit, dan l'espace de l'âme : est-ce la mort ?

Are you asking me or telling me?

The CIA teamed up with Army, Air Force and Naval Intelligence to run one of the most nefarious, classified, enhanced interrogation programs of the Cold War. The work took place inside a clandestine facility in the American zone of occupied Germany, called Camp King.

That one never asks a question unless he knows the answer is basic to parliamentary questioning.

Get away from my house. What do you want?

That's not what I meant." "What?" "I want to know what you did with her." He looked at me. "Why?" he asked at last. "I don't know. So I can imagine it. So I can sleep." He started to speak, then stopped himself. Then he began again.

How about we do the old Q-and-A thing?

he was killed during interrogation. Brilliant, enigmatic, lovely Cinna is dead because of me.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.

You've got questions coming out of you like farts on Thanksgiving.

You're asked this a lot. Or maybe you're only asked it once, and the other times are just echoes.

Here is where they send in interrogators to ask her questions. "How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget." "How often do you receive new arrivals?" "About as often as you beat your wife.

Really?" Professor Skullface blinked at her in confusion. "Why ever not?

Yes," Vader said, frowning. "Are you suggesting I was wrong?

Torquemada seats.