Emerson Cod: Allow me to put this to you delicately. You see, men are dogs! They come, you know, sniffing around, barking up your tree, but if they don't see a kitty cat up in that tree, pretty soon they just stop barking.
Olive Snook: This gives me pause.
Vivian Charles: A manicure might help.
Hedda Lillihammer: Although ve don't vish to look a gift whore in the mouth, Mr. Cod, vhy vould you tell us everything you know?
Olive Snook: I wouldn't turncoat on you. I was working deep cover to dismantle this operation from the inside out. I know they have dirt on you but I don't know what they did to make you look so dirty.
Ned: I got myself dirty.
Olive Snook: Well, allow me to soap up those hard to reach places.
Vivian Charles: Mr. Cod, I'm here against my better judgment considering the callous braggadocio with which you previously gave me the heave-ho.
Emerson Cod: Well, if I did do any ho-heavin' it was for your own good. There's a time for callous braggadocio and a time for sensitivity. To the Norwegians, that time is never.
Vivian Charles: I suppose it's a holdover from their Viking ancestry. It would be difficult to rape and pillage with the subtlety of a humanist.
Emerson Cod: Listen, we're all professionals, people. This doesn't have to get ugly.
Nils Nilsen: Your shirt suggests otherwise.
Narrator: Using the Gumshoe skills that made him great, the number one detective in Papen County took the fight to his opponent. His plan was this: asses the true nature of the threat.
[Emerson spies on the Norwegians]
Narrator: Two, find and exploit their weaknesses. And three...
[Emerson spots Olive with the Norwegians]
Olive Snook: Shut your mouth. I can't believe you think my former friends are up to no good too.
Narrator: Oh hell no.