I present to you a fictional conversation between Anthony Hopkins and Ryan Gosling.
Anthony: I shot my wife... PROVE IT!
Ryan: Er, you just confessed.
Ryan: No doubt, you just confessed to shooting your wife. Case solved.
Anthony: No, but...
Ryan: But what? You just solved my case.
Anthony: But don't you need... evidenciary proof?
Ryan: You've been watching Legally Blonde again haven't you?
Ryan: Well, if Legally Blonde has taught me anything, and lord knows hasn't everyone learnt something from that movie? It's that a confession is as good as any evidence. Sure, it'd be nice to have your blood-stained shirt or your fingerprints on the gun, but considering you're, I presume, our prime witness a confessions seems good enough to send you to jail. And from the looks of it, you shot her through a plait-glass window, which made it, wait for it... wait... are you ready? Made it... FRACTURE. Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week.
Anthony: I do like looking through... wait for it... fractured glass. It's elegant yet chilling.
Ryan: You're an idiot. Stop stealing my material and diminishing it at the same time. Anyway... you confessed. Case seems pretty well shut.
Ryan: I assume so.
Anthony: Well that's worse than a kick in the pants, isn't it?
Ryan: No, actually. Consider this. You've won an Academy Award and I was just nominated for one and we're now in a movie with this ridiculous plot.