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Lionel Hutz: Now, Apu, Mrs. Simpson claims that she *forgot* that bottle of... delicious... bourbon. Brownest of the brown liquors... so tempting.
[
holds the bottle to his ear]
Lionel Hutz: [
whispering] What's that? You want me to drink you? But I'm in the middle of a trial!
[
puts it down]
Lionel Hutz: Excuse me.
[
he runs out of the courtroom, finds a payphone and quickly dials]
Lionel Hutz: Hello, David? I'm really tempted!
David Crosby: Just take it one day at a time, and know that I love you.
Lionel Hutz: I love you too, man.
Judge: Mr. Hutz, do you know you're not wearing any pants?
Lionel Hutz: What? AAH! I move for a bad court thingy.
Judge: You mean a mistrial?
Lionel Hutz: Yeah... that's why you're the judge, and I'm the law... talkin'... guy.
Lionel Hutz: [
Hutz is tempted by the bottle of Bourbon during Marge's trial and excuses himself, running to a payphone] Hello, David? I'm really tempted!
David Crosby: Just take it one day at a time and know that I love you.
Lionel Hutz: I love you too, man.
Lionel Hutz: Now don't you worry, Mrs. Simpson, I... uh-oh. We've drawn Judge Snyder.
Marge: Is that bad?
Lionel Hutz: Well, he's had it in for me ever since I kinda ran over his dog.
Marge: You did?
Lionel Hutz: Well, replace the word "kinda" with the word "repeatedly," and the word "dog" with "son."
Lionel Hutz: Hiring me as your attorney, you'll also recieve this free smoking monkey.
[
places a toy monkey with a cigarette in it's mouth on the desk]
Marge: Mr Hutz.
Lionel Hutz: Look... he's taking another puff!
Lionel Hutz: And so ladies and gentlemen of the jury. I rest my case.
Judge Snyder: Hmm. Mr Hutz. Do you realize you're not wearing any pants?
Lionel Hutz: I... Ahh!
[
David Crosby shakes his head in shame]
Lionel Hutz: I move for a 'bad court thingy'.
Judge Snyder: You mean a *mistrial?*
Lionel Hutz: Yeah! That's why you're the 'judge' and I'm the 'law talking guy?'
Judge Snyder: The *lawyer?*
Lionel Hutz: Right.
Lionel Hutz: Very well, but first some ground rules. Number one, we get bathroom breaks every half hour.
Ned Flanders: Agreed! Number two, the jury will be chosen by me!
Lionel Hutz: Agreed... no, wait...
Ned Flanders: Silence!
Lionel Hutz: Mr. Simpson, don't you worry. I saw an episode of Matlock in a bar last night. The sound was down, but I think I got the gist of it.
[
Homer is on trial in the court of "Infernal Affairs"]
Lionel Hutz: Mrs. Simpson, don't you worry. I watched Matlock in a bar last night, the sound wasn't on, but I think I got the gist of it.
Lionel Hutz: Well, I didn't win. Here's your pizza.
Marge: But we did win.
Lionel Hutz: That's okay. The box is empty.
[
the Simpsons hire Lionel Hutz - also advertising "expert shoe repair" to represent them in a custody battle with Burns over Bart]
Judge Snyder: [
bangs gavel] The Court rules in favor of Mr. Burns. I find he is clearly the boy's biological father!
Lionel Hutz: [
hammers a nail] Excuse me, Judge, these won't be ready until Thursday.
Marge Simpson: [
to Homer] You know, we've really got to stop hiring him.
Lionel Hutz: And as for your case, don't you worry. I've argued in front of every judge in the state. Often as a lawyer.
Lionel Hutz: [
ringing a bell] Attention.
[
the bell dinger breaks off]
Lionel Hutz: Ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding. Listen up, everybody. Marge Simpson sold her first house.
[
Marge is working at a real estate firm]
Lionel Hutz: I've been getting a lot of calls about you, Marge. People just love your no-pressure approach.
Marge: Well, you know what we say: the right house for the right person.
Lionel Hutz: I'm going to let you in on a little secret. The right house is the house that's for sale. And the right person is anyone.
Lionel Hutz: Now, Mrs. Simpson, tell the court in your own words what happened after you and your husband were ejected out of the restaurant.
Marge: Well, we pretty much went straight home.
Lionel Hutz: Mrs. Simpson, remember that you are under oath.
Marge: We drove around until three in the morning looking for another open all-you-can-eat seafood restaurant.
Lionel Hutz: And when you couldn't find one?
Marge: [
crying] We... went... fishing.
Lionel Hutz: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, do these sound like the actions of a man whose had ALL he could eat?
[
the jury is made up of fat, obese people]
Jury: No, no.
Jury Man: No, that couldn't 've been me.
[
Homer has been thrown out of an all-you-can-eat restaurant for eating too much]
Lionel Hutz: This is the most blatant case of false advertising since my suit against the movie The Neverending Story.
Homer: So, do you think I have a case?
Lionel Hutz: Mr. Simpson, I don't use the word 'hero' lightly, but you are the greatest hero in American history.
Homer: Woohoo!
[
the lawyer asks Marge's opinion of Dr. Riviera's competence]
Marge: I'm sorry, but my mother said, if you can't say anything nice about someone, you shouldn't say anything at all.
Homer: [
whispering] Will that hold up in court?
Lionel Hutz: No, I've tried it.
Lisa Simpson: Excuse me, Mr. Hutz. Are you a shyster?
Lionel Hutz: How does a nice little girl like you know a big word like that?
Lionel Hutz: Mrs. Simpson, you're in luck. Your sexual harassment suit is exactly what I need to help rebuild my shattered practice. Care to join me in a belt of scotch?
Marge: It's 9:30 in the morning.
Lionel Hutz: Yeah, but I haven't slept in days.
[
Marge, Homer, and Lionel Hutz confront Burns in his office]
Lionel Hutz: [
slams his briefcase down on the desk] Mr. Burns, we've got witnesses, precedent, and a paper trail a mile long!
Mr. Burns: Yes? Well, *I* have ten high-priced lawyers.
[
He presses a button, opening a wall panel and revealing his ten lawyers standing in a row. Hutz screams in terror and dashes out of the room]
Homer Simpson: He left his briefcase.
[
opens it]
Homer Simpson: Hey! It's full of shredded newspaper.
Lionel Hutz: Lionel Hutz, court-appointed attorney. I'll be defending you on the charge of... Murder One! Wow! Even if I lose, I'll be famous!
Marge Simpson: So, Mr. Hutz, does my husband have a case?
Lionel Hutz: I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson, but you can't copyright a drink.
Homer Simpson: [
whines] Oh!
Lionel Hutz: This all goes back to the Frank Wallbanger case of '78. How about that! I looked something up! These books behind me don't just make the office look good, they're filled with useful legal tidbits just like that!
[
during a video will from Great-Aunt Gladys]
Great-Aunt Gladys: Now, let's get down to business...
Lionel Hutz: [
dubbed in] To my executor, Lionel Hutz, I leave $50,000.
Marge: Mr. Hutz!
Lionel Hutz: You'd be surprised how often that works. You really would.
Lionel Hutz: I'll have you know the contents of that dumpster are private! You stick your nose in, you'll be violating attorney-dumpster confidentiality.