You know, flying a chopper, a helicopter, it's just natural for me. Maybe... just a little exciting? Yes, man. It's great. There's nothing like it. It's on the edge.

“New Yoi’kers are nothin’ more than dir-ty, fil-thy, rotten muff-divers! Do you he-ah!” Turning his head slowly, without moving his body, Ober stared at each New Yorker in turn, finishing on my corpulent presence with a deep scowl of disgust. “I’ve ne-vah known one of them who wasn’t…a dir-ty, fil-thy, rotten muff-diver! Nevah!!!”

Not careless, slothful, false, lime-fingered servants; but the strict master, that observes, and rates, and chastises them: would he hold his hands and tongue, there would be peace.

Even a crack team of investigators would have trouble solving this case.