Paura nella città dei morti viventi1980

Theresa:
You don't deserve help! You're a comic book version of a detective, Sergeant!

Sgt. Clay:
Well, you look better in your mug shot, you know. The great Theresa. The master medium. Yeah, for you it's all in the book of... of... what's it called?

Theresa:
Enoch.

Sgt. Clay:
Yeah, Enoch. According to you, this poor girl is dead because of a book that was written 4,000 years ago. Correct?

Theresa:
That's right. I would find a such an unusual paradox of tremendous appeal terribly stimulating, if I were a sleuth. Enoch provides the explanation in every detail of a crime, before it has been committed.

Sgt. Clay:
Lady, you're either on grass, or you're pulling my leg.

Theresa:
No. The problem is in your mind. It cannot accept the truth.