Jake: You check the bathroom?
Charles: No, where is it?
Dr. Frederick Tate: It's right over there.
Charles: Clear.
Jake: Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Well, Dr. Tate, we will meet you back at the car. We just want to check some things out for one more minute. [closing the door on him]
Jake: Did you notice that?
Charles: The painting in the bathroom of Jesus standing over a vent with his robe blowing up like Marilyn Monroe?
Jake: No. Dr. Tate is the killer.