Scott: All of these things link Terrance to the murder: hair fibers, blood samples, nail clippings, a piece of his shirt, a watch with his initials on it, a day planner with the murder scheduled, a haiku called "Time to Kill Dr. Jeffrey O'Dwyer": Dr. O'Dwyer, time to have your head smashed in with my new hammer. Terrance, you may be a famous surgeon, but you're not God. J'accuse Terrance.
Phillip: Oh, hello Scott. No hard feelings, right old pal?
Scott: There are hard feelings, this isn't over. I'm going to see to it that you both pay for what you've done. And do you know why?
Phillip: 'Cause you're a dick?
Scott: No, because I hate you. You think farting is soo funny, well it isn't. Fart jokes are the lowest form of comedy, and if I...