Harlow Doyle
Description
A bumbling private eye who looks and sounds remarkably like Officer David Harley. Harlow is the most clueless detective anyone could ever hope to meet. He got his start working "undercover" in the bedding and sheets department of a local store, and his career has gone downhill since. You can spot Harlow (when he's not trying to camouflage himself) puttering about the streets of Odyssey in hot pursuit of law-abiding citizens he thinks are criminals.
History
Harlow Doyle was actually made up after writers decided that the police officer, David Harley, was a bad impression because many police officers actually were really smart. As a result many of the episodes involving Officer Harley were rewritten, some of which involved Harlow. He's incredibly gullible as he actually believed that the Terror from the Skies drama was an actual news broadcast, even after the drama ended.
Family
In #196: “Harlow Doyle, Private Eye”, Harlow speaks often about his mother. We learn in #207: “The Case of the Candid Camera” that he has a brother who apparently makes signage. An older brother is also mentioned in #252: “The Bad Hair Day”, but whether this is the same or another brother is unknown.
Trivia
- He is allergic to dried paint (#631: “A Capsule Comes to Town”)
- He goes to bed at 8:30 (#433b: “Chain Reaction”)
Gallery
Harlow as depicted in Elsewhere in Odyssey
Quotes
“ | Harlow Doyle: Jumpin' whale gills Miss Turner, you better call the police! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: All right, Rathney, what's the problem? Rodney Rathbone: What's the problem?! Harlow Doyle: I asked you first. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? |
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“ | Fred Holstein: Excuse me while I assist this person whom I have never seen before. Harlow Doyle: But Fred, if you never saw her before, how do you know it's her? Fred Holstein: Oh my, that is an excellent question. I'll get back to you on that. |
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“ | Unknown: Mr. Doyle, is it true that you've been drawing Powerboy in secret for the last five years? Harlow Doyle: It must be true. I just heard it on the radio! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: If I’d have known I was going to scramble under a fence I would’ve worn my other suit! If I had one! Great fiddlers camp! Why it’s a ghost town! Jay Smouse: Didn’t I say? |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: A brilliant idea! Sam Johnson: What? Harlow Doyle: That's what we need, a brilliant idea. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Ahhh, now I can eat my breakfast! Connie Kendall: It's nearly time for dinner... Harlow Doyle: Hey, you can eat PopTarts (TM) any time of the day! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: No pushing, no shoving, no red meat, and please make sure your seat backs are in the upright and locked position! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Your name is Matthew? Levi: I'm also called Levi. Harlow Doyle: A pseudonym, eh? Ooh, clever. So, uh, why did you call your gospel the book of Matthew and not the book of Levi? Levi: Well, marketing said Levi wouldn’t sell as the name of a book. They said it could work for a pants company, though. Whatever pants are. |
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“ | Mandy Straussberg: Uh, the first part of my name is Strauss. Harlow Doyle: The stress is on Strauss, huh? Never fear, Miss Strauss-stress! |
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“ | Smith: Well, gents, our work here is done. John Whittaker: What are you gonna do with us? Jones (c): The only thing we can do. Harlow Doyle: You mean... Smith: Yep. Leave ya here. Harlow Doyle: Well, that's not the only thing you can do; you can kill us! |
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“ | Rodney Rathbone: It all started when I took Denver to Whit's End. Harlow Doyle: You took a whole city to Whit's End?! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Why certainly, small child with a naturally deep voice! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Here bussy bussy... Here bussy bussy! <Bus pulls up> Hey! Whaddaya know! It works! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Great Monroe Doctrine of 1823! So that's what killed the dinosaurs! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Wait just a bottled sanitizer minute. This town isn’t full of ghosts, it’s full of Unknown : Zombies! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Wait a minute, if it's still midnight, why is it so bright outside? It's a reverse eclipse! No, no, Harlow; that's silly. But it's definitely twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock. Great wholesome crunchy goodness! It must be noon! I'm late for work! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Leapin' lolla-pollooza! A mass break in! This is even bigger than Whit's disappearance. It's time to investigate! |
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“ | Rodney Rathbone: Where's Denver? Harlow Doyle: In Colorado! Oh, that Denver. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Then I guess I don't need this bunny suit... |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: And we all know I've never been this lucid and deductive before! Unknown : That's for sure! |
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“ | Sam Johnson: Hey! There's something here I didn't notice before! Look! Harlow Doyle: By George, you're right! It's... dirt? |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Merry Christmas! Connie Kendall: Uh, Harlow, I hate to tell you this, but, it's not Christmas. Harlow Doyle: Well then, Happy New Year! Connie Kendall: No, it's not New Year's either! Harlow Doyle: Um...joyous Arbor Day? |
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“ | John Whittaker: There would be no families without marriage Harlow. Harlow Doyle: What? Says who? John Whittaker: God. Harlow Doyle: Oh. Nice trump card. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: I learned on TV—uh, in detective school that leaving the scene of a crime is yet another crime! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Great barrier reef! Whit's End — a bedrock of evil! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: If anybody knows about strange, it's me! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: What did she say? Bart Rathbone: ARE YOU NUTS?! THE OTHER WAY!! THE OTHER WAY!! Harlow Doyle: You let her talk to you like that? Bart Rathbone: Huh? |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Start talkin', and use your mouth. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Miss Turner, please dictate a memo to myself: Remind me to get my jogging shoes out of the closet. Sign it "Harlow Doyle, Private eye." Thank you in advance, Miss Turner. This is Harlow Doyle; over and out! |
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“ | Charles: D'oh, I get all da weirdos... Harlow Doyle: Are we there yet? |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Wait! I have a solution for both the yak problem and pollution! Two words: rick shaws. The first yak-powered public transportation system! Hey, are you people listening to me? This could be the—ooooh, ice cream! |
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“ | Sam Johnson: I'm Sam Johnson, and I don't do anything. I'm a kid! Harlow Doyle: Is that with an "i" or a "y"? Sam Johnson: "Kid" is spelled with an "i." Harlow Doyle: Oh. Well I was talking about "Johnson," but since you brought it up... |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: I know. How about secretarial work? Connie Kendall: You mean like filing, mailing letters, answering phones, and stuff like that? Harlow Doyle: No. I mean secretarial work. Meaning that I need a secretary. My last one had a nervous breakdown. You interested? Connie Kendall: In having a nervous breakdown? Harlow Doyle: If it'll help you do the job, sure. I think you'd make a terrific secretary. |
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“ | John Whittaker: It's good to see you again, Harlow. Harlow Doyle: Think so, huh? How do you know you're really seeing me? I might be cleverly disguised. Bernard Walton: As what? Yourself? Harlow Doyle: Can't think of a better way to fool people. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Ah me, ah me. I'd live thankfully, if only Harlow a stonecutter again might be! Fairy: Then wake up, dufus! |
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“ | George Paxon: Hey—what are you doing! Get these handcuffs off of me! Harlow Doyle: As an American citizen of America and a defender of our justice system, I cannot do that! George Paxon: Why?! Harlow Doyle: Because the keys are at the office. |
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“ | Lawrence Hodges: The police can't stop them! There's only one way they can be stopped. Harlow Doyle: Asking politely. Lawrence Hodges: No. Harlow Doyle: Begging and pleading. Lawrence Hodges: No! By infiltrating and destroying their headquarters! Harlow Doyle: Well, yeah, there's always that, but you know... |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: This could be the biggest thing since individually wrapped cheese slices! What am I standing here for? Harlow Doyle, pah-rivate eye is on the job! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: It'll take a bigger fish than that to get up early enough to catch me! |
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“ | S.L. Clemens: Yep, yep, yep. Tall, dark-headed, sneery voice — kind of reptilian-looking, ya know? Harlow Doyle: Reptilian-looking?! Rodney! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: The old hit em with a large reference dictionary trick. Know it well. |
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“ | Connie Kendall: Why don't you have any ID in your wallet? Harlow Doyle: What, are you nuts? I'm a private investigator. Strict secrecy is an imperative, unquote. If I kept identification in my wallet, why, then- why, then... Connie Kendall: You'd lose it and no one would know who it belonged to! Harlow Doyle: Precisely! You know, you might be cut out for this kind of work, Connie. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Sounds like you need a detective! Want me to help you find one? Sam Johnson: What about you? Harlow Doyle: Well... okay. Though I wouldn't advise it. |
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“ | Connie Kendall: Do you want me to lock up on my way out? Harlow Doyle: Oooh. Better not. The last time my secretary did that I was stuck in here for three days. |
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“ | Wooton Bassett: So what do you think of car alarms, Harlow? Harlow Doyle: I don't belong to that group. |
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“ | Connie Kendall: Why did you fall out of the tree that way? Harlow Doyle: Is there another way to fall out of a tree? |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Can I have another cookie? Dale Jacobs: No. Harlow Doyle: Oh. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: I have personal experience with being ignorant. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: What?! That’s preposterous, how can you expect us to do the intelligent thing at a time like this?! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Step aside, young man. I know first aid. Connie Kendall: You do? Harlow Doyle: Yes! Dial 9-1-1! |
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“ | Bart Rathbone: My hearing ain't off because of the fireworks. It's 'cause you keep yellin' at me through that bullhorn! Harlow Doyle: <through the bullhorn> I am not yelling at you through this bullhorn! |
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“ | Maureen Hodges: Are you crazy running in front of me like that? I could've hit you! Harlow Doyle: I'm sorry about that ma'am. Harlow Doyle, private eye, here. I thought you might want to know that the city is under attack! Maureen Hodges: What? Harlow Doyle: You'd better grab your water pistols and run for the hills! The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming! Warn your neighbors and your friends and maybe even a few distant acquaintances. The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Excuse me but would everybody line up against the wall and identify themselves? I'd like Whit to show us who the kidnapper was. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Jumpin' Jamaican gymnasts! I draw PowerBoy!? In my busy schedule, when did I ever find time to do that? |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Excuse me, young lady, but may I have a word? Connie Kendall: Oh! Harlow Doyle, what are you- Harlow Doyle: Detective Doyle, if you please. Connie Kendall: Oh, are you on a case? Harlow Doyle: Ha! Am I on a case! Am I on a case! Am I on a case? Connie Kendall: Are you? Harlow Doyle: Hmm. No. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Hello! Harlow Doyle Here! Wooton Bassett: Hi, Harlow Doyle Here! |
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“ | Mr. Tuttle: Our next contestant is Harlow Doyle. Harlow Doyle: My card, my card, here's a twenty, heh, heh ran out of cards. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Me? Harlow Doyle, Private Eye. |
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“ | Connie Kendall: I don't suppose it would hurt to try. Harlow Doyle: Ha, ha, ha! You have no idea how much it'll hurt! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: A peculiar-looking fellow with shifty eyes. Sam Johnson: It looked like Eugene from here. Harlow Doyle: It looked like Eugene up close, too! |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Mr. Whittaker isn't sick, but being held captive against his will! Sam Johnson: By Eugene? Harlow Doyle: One and the same. I know the type -- meek and passive on the outside. But inside rages the violent fires of a volcano, ready to explode in a colorful cataclysm of -- Uh, what was I talking about? |
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Episodes
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