Quotes About Interrogation

When we settled in to eat, Susan said, "So, tell me about it." "You shrinks are always so cocksure," I said. "Nice word choice," Susan said. "In the current context.

Is Dolan there?" "What's it to you?" "I want to talk to her." "Haven't seen her. You wanna know what I heard Krantz say?" "I'm not going to like this, am I?" "Krantz says you were probably in on it with that bastard, Pike. He says if he can tie you into it, maybe you and Pike can do the IV tango together." Williams

Pike held out Karen's photograph. "Have you seen this woman?" "No. I am sorry." Every word like that. Without contractions.

What are you doing now?" Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.

Should I have held them down and poured boiling water over them until they talked? Really, I'd like your expert advice. "Of course not. You would use boiling oil.

She gazed around with a bored air. "This feels just like Law and Order. But shouldn't you lawyer up before I throw the book at you? No? So what's in the IV bag?

There were also rules, he said, that applied to how to treat captured enemies. "You can't use force just to interrogate.

In the old days, the general's ribbons / & medals rainbowed across his chest, / & if he were interrogating himself, / by now, blood would be on the walls.

On one occasion, when he was about to be taken from the interrogation room, he thought he was going to be shot. His knees buckled and he cried out in a pleading voice: "I have not told you everything yet". -- The Eichmann Trial, page 44

Something else to ask her landlord about… or maybe

O'Brien asked everything, from soft questions such as the correct spelling of his name (Al didn't know if i or e was the correct ending and said he preferred "Capone") to hard ones such as if he really gave a banquet for Albert Anselmi and John Scalise before he beat them to death with a baseball bat.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defense?

You be sure to throw the book at him, you hear me? I feel violated, Detective. Violated." "I'll throw this table at you if you don't give us the names we're looking for.

Hello, Davina. You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defence?

Science is more than a body of knowledge. It's a way of thinking: a way of skeptically interrogating the universe.

Without questions, there is no learning.

Don't worry, love. We'll find out." "I don't see how." "We'll wrap his ponytail around his neck and threaten to strangle him with it unless he tells us what we want to know.

Mfeme cracked his knuckles. "I'll ask you again: where is the talisman?" "And I'll tell you again. I have no idea," Ling said. "Do you think I'm joking? I'll cut you ears off and throw them to the sharks." "Good. I won't have to listen to you anymore.

Three questions," I said, ticking them off on my fingers as I spoke. "One: do you have a car? Two: do you have plans tonight? And three: how fast can you drive?

I got used to interrogators asking me the same things. Before the interrogator even moves his lips I knew his questions, and as soon as he or she started to talk I turned my 'tape' on.

You give me a waterboard, Dick Cheney and one hour, and I'll have him confess to the Sharon Tate murders.

The cops of America are poster-boys of low self-esteem. Their uniforms, silly hats, and sparkling patent leather girdles freighted down with shiny handcuffs, walkie-talkies, and spray canisters of Mace apparently do not make them feel secure enough, so they always add the hostile interrogation to make sure that the accosted citizens know who is in charge.

Literary theory, especially, cast its lot with a spirit of ceaseless skepticism and incessant interrogation; modeling itself on Mephistopheles in Goethe's Faust, it was "der Geist, der stets verneint"—the spirit that always negates.