Der Mönch mit der Peitsche

Sir John:
What reason could there possibly be for the murder of this poor girl?

Harriet Foster:
No reason in the world.

Sir John:
You're missing the point, Mrs. Foster. Now then, the girl WAS murdered, wasn't she? And since nobody has ever murdered without a reason, there must, therefore, *be* a reason.

Sir John:
You and I are going to get along nicely, aren't we? Of course we are. Now then, to begin with, you must rid yourself of the feeling that murder is something to be ashamed of. Not at all, my dear man. A little murder here and there happens to the best of us. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest. Well? You're not getting it off your chest.

Sekret?rin:
[flirtatiously] I've heard that women are killed for one of two reasons. Money, or else uncontrolled passion. And I lean towards passion.