I'm Innocent, I Swear.

Cops - Ok, Judge.  If that's your real name.  Tell us what you know about Brian Marquez.
Me - I don't know anything.  I swear.
Cops - We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.  It's up to you.
Me - Oh, oh, oh.  Easy way, easy way.
Cops - If you just cooperate, we won't have to call in Sergeant McPuncher.  He's just what you think he is.
Me - An Irishman?
Cops - No, not an Irishman.  A face puncher.  Although, he might be Irish.  I'll have to check on that.
Me - Please don't mess up my pretty face.  It's how I make the big bucks.
Cops - I find that hard to believe.
Me - Why won't you believe me?  I'm telling the truth.
Cops - So you're sticking to your story?
Me - About the pretty face making me the big bucks?  Yes.
Cops - No.  About the murder.
Me- Oh, that.  Sorry.  Thought you were still talking about my money maker.
Cops - (Slamming hand down on the table)  Tell us what we want to know!  Did you kill Brian Marquez?
Me - Uh, what was it you wanted to know again?  I was distracted looking at my own reflection in the glass.
Cops - That's it!  Call in McPuncher.
(Enter Sgt. McPuncher)
McPuncher - Ay, laddy.  Ye gon'ta sing like a canary wee pusseh.  I be punchin' ye now.
Me - Ha.  I knew it.  He is Irish.
*punch*