Michael Richards credited as playing...
Martin Beck
- Clown: [shows Martin a balloon giraffe, excitedly] Look! A giraffe!
- Martin Beck: [sarcastically] Look! A FIST!
- [punches the clown, knocking him out]
- Martin Beck: Clowns.
- Martin Beck: I drove over a thousand miles to hang out with a seven-year-old?
- Junior: I'm gonna be eight in two weeks.
- Martin Beck: Don't count on it.
- Dr. Rupert Camarillo: I am so sorry about that, Martin. Now, let's get back to our examination. Shall we? What do you see in this one?
- Martin Beck: [Thinking] I see a terrible thing. And be blamed for a crime somebody else did.
- Priest: Remember, as you walk that the final pile, my son. Keep one thing in mind.
- Martin Beck: [Getting drunk] Hey, pop.
- Priest: Yes, my son?
- Martin Beck: You're gonna for me when I get in the chair.
- Guard #1: Sir? Sir, oh, sorry to bother you, sir. I think this cake came for you.
- Martin Beck: I'm completely innocent and deserve to be free.
- [Bowtie Killer reads the cake. "Happy trails, Martin! You pal, JR."]
- Martin Beck: Hey, this is for my good friend J.R.
- [Thinking]
- Martin Beck: Some people not many believe me. Everybody else is after me. I see what's gonna happen to me here. They want me in the electric chair. I have to escape.
- Warden: Let's get this over with before the utility rates go up.
- Martin Beck: [the Bowtie Killer caught the priest] Drop your guns! Right! The part they.
- [the two prison guards drop their weapons and order the warden to sit in the electric chair]
- Martin Beck: Sit.
- [Martin taking the priest out and closed the door and lock them up]
- Martin Beck: Nobody up for me, Warden! I get the lights!
- [Continue to look up the examination very carefully]
- Martin Beck: I see... blood!
- [Martin strangles the psychiatrist]
- Martin Beck: Uh, I see a furry bunny. Hmm. And the furry bunny is running through... delicate, white snowflakes.
- Warden: He's lying! That's not what he sees.
- Dr. Rupert Camarillo: I'm sorry. I'm conducting an examination. Now what do you see, Martin?
- Martin Beck: I see a meadow. Pink flowers.
- Warden: He's lying again! How can he see pink?
- [Looking in the picture]
- Warden: It's a black-and-white picture!
- [Turned to Martin]
- Warden: There is no pink!
- Dr. Rupert Camarillo: Warden, if you don't stop interrupting, I am going to ask you to leave.
- Warden: Well, there is no pink!
- Martin Beck: [Continued the examination] I see white, fluffy clouds...
- Warden: No, you don't. You see murder. You see guts! You see those seven dead bodies in Chula Vista!
- Dr. Rupert Camarillo: My patient has the right - I'm going to ask you to leave.
- Warden: All those damn liberal laws. Don't you understand? He sees blood!
- Dr. Rupert Camarillo: No, that's what you see!
- [Shoves warden out of the door and leaves]
- Junior: Gee, I've never been to the circus before. I'd sure like to try a swizzle dog.
- Martin Beck: Yeah, well, I hate circuses. Nothin' worse than a bunch of clowns tryin' to make you laugh.