The Dr. Seuss bit from "The Murder's In The Mail":
David: "We're looking for a man with a mole on his nose."
Maitre'D: "Mole on his nose?"
Maddie: "A mole on his nose!"
Maitre'D: "What kind of clothes?"
Maddie: (to David) "What kind of clothes...?"
David: (to Maitre'D) "What kind of clothes do you suppose?"
Maitre'D: "What kind of clothes do I suppose would be worn by a man with a mole on his nose? Who knows?"
David: "Did I happen to mention, did I bother to disclose, this man that we're seeking with a mole on his nose?/
I'm not sure of his clothes or anything else except he's Chinese, a big clue by itself."
Maddie: "How do you do that?"
Maitre'D: "I'm sorry to say, I'm sad to report, I haven't seen anyone at all of that sort./
Not a man who's Chinese with a mole on his nose with some kind of clothes that you can't suppose./
SO...get away from this door and get out of this place/
Or I'll have to hurt you...put my foot in your face."
Maddie: "Time to go!"
David: "Time to go!" *hasty exit*