The Bone Collector1999

Lincoln Rhyme:
Pull up a chair. I want you to tell me everything you know about the crime scene.

Amelia:
Basically, you saw my report.

Lincoln Rhyme:
I read your report. I wanna know what you felt. What you feel... in the deepest recesses of your senses.

Amelia:
You are in love with the sound of your own voice, aren't you?

Lincoln Rhyme:
No, it's your voice I yearn to hear. Pull up a chair. I won't bite you.