Character: Dirk Gently

Why leave the room if all the fun is happening here?

I'm not a local. I came here from another dimension... From England.

― A disease of the nervous system. Forcing the brain incorrectly to accept external impulses, causing you to suffer hallucinations that felt real and often cause pain.
― So... it turns out...
Water on hands can burn like fire, any shoes seem like the Spanish boot, and breathing in the air, as if drowning.
I'm sorry, even it sounds scary... But so curious.
― Yeah, very hard not to be afraid of everything. But Todd was also, and he recovered. The main thing is to take medicine and eat right.
― Why are you still sitting at home?
What?
― Well if the disease is inside you... What's the difference where you are?

― What the fuck?! You said I'll wait in the car.
― I lied... did you Notice how I snuck in? It's all the ninja training in the CIA.
― What?
― Sorry, I lied again.

Are dates. That day was killed Patrick, and this killed his wife... what is this stuff?
Is... electric sad calendar dates.

- Will not work. The plan doesn't work. This is a very bad idea.
- Nonsense! This is our opportunity to get answers.
- He shot at us. Suddenly he took the gun with him?
- Yeah, that's why I took it [pulls out his folding knife].
And how does this help us?
- Always talking about those who come with a knife to a gunfight?
- What is... stupid?
- Shiver me timbers, that's what you meant!

- You have at least one thing in life unraveled?
- Another would be. A lot. Well... that's enough. Okay, a few. Was running around with one sofa. The incident with Thor.
- Thor?
Yeah, it isn't nearly as beautiful as chat.

- You have the apartment I found the very damaging evidence.
- What have you found?
- No, th-th.
But...
- Everything in the world is connected. "Nothing" is also connected.

I can already see I have a lot in common: we both love to eat, to breathe, they both go. If you think so, we're all almost identical.

- How did you get here?!
- The window got. Obviously. You jump on everyone who comes in here? Very strange hobby... But to each his own.
- You can not break into the man's house!
Of course, you can. I'm broke.

- Todd! Todd, come on out! Spotlight solved the riddle!
- I did not say...
- Todd! Todd, come on out! Farah had not solved the mystery!

Private investigators are not like private detectives. The first rule of private investigators.

Is the Alma mater of Coleridge and sir Isaac Newton who invented the cat door.
What? - asked Richard.
- Ingenious the invention, is simple and ingenious. The hole for the cat in the toilet door...
"Yes," Richard said, and even such a trifle as the law of gravity.
- Gravity... - Dirk dismissive shrug. - Yes, that too. Although it is just a discovery of what lay on the surface. It begged to hand, take open.

- Describe him.
- High. Tall and too skinny. And good-natured. A bit like a beetle praying mantis, not on prey. So, you know, nice and friendly praying mantis who is hunting for other insects took up tennis.