He's getting too arrogant. Let's let him go on speaking like an idiot. Let him be corrected one day in front of a jeering crowd of his peers.

Peter Falk walks into the restaurant and seeing him alone in a booth, slides, without comment, into the seat opposite Robert Vaughn.

I leave the apartment at five in the morning with a rolled up carpet over my shoulder. Throwing it into the trunk of the car, I drive to my office. There are not a lot of people around,

Everybody's favorite detective, Columbo, that little man in the rumpled raincoat, comes off base, but is deceptively acute.