Rankin Fitch: You think your average juror is King Solomon? No, he's a roofer with a mortgage. He wants to go home and sit in his Barcalounger and let the cable TV wash over him. And this man doesn't give a single, solitary droplet of shit about truth, justice or your American way.
(92 votes)
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Rankin Fitch: Everybody has a secret they don't want you to find.
(90 votes)
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Henry Jankle: ...I was under the impression that we'd already purchased ourselves a verdict.
(82 votes)
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Rankin Fitch: Gentlemen, trials are too important to be left up to juries.
(80 votes)
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Doyle: It's a set-up.
(74 votes)
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Rankin Fitch: ...you're losing me my jury!
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Judge Harkin: I'm not sure, but I believe I'm buying lunch.
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Rankin Fitch: Ah, I hate Baptists almost as much as I hate Democrats.
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Rankin Fitch: ...the thing of it is, I don't give a shit. What's more... I never have.
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Frank Herrera: [On nominating Herman for foreman] But... Eddie Weese: But he's blind, man. So what? So is justice, right?
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Nicholas Easter: [after anti-gun fanatic is dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom during jury selection] Well, I guess that's lunch...
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Nicholas Easter: [talking about a dead friend] Listen, I dunno if it would be inappropriate, but do you think we could do something today to remember him? Rikki Coleman: We could say the Lord's Prayer. Nicholas Easter: Well, I don't want to ask people to pray... Millie Dupree: How about "God Bless America"? Nicholas Easter: [with more conviction] Oh, I couldn't ask people to *sing*!
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Rankin Fitch: What do you hope to achieve if you win? You gonna bring Jacob Wood back to life? No. You just ensure that his wife goes to the cemetery in a better car, and that the heel that she snaps on the way to the graveside belongs to a $1,200 shoe. You get your name in the paper. But Jacob Wood and all the other gun violence victims remain rotting in their crypts.
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