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: ...you're losing me my jury!
: 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.
: Ah, I hate Baptists almost as much as I hate Democrats.
: Gentlemen, trials are too important to be left up to juries.
: ...the thing of it is, I don't give a shit. What's more... I never have.
: Everybody has a secret they don't want you to find.
: 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.
: Somebody add "class-clown" to Mr. Easter's ever expanding resume.
: So, what? I'm supposed to convince you that I have them, right? Rankin Fitch
: Oh, I think you've probably got them, or-or you will have. I just wanna' know why. Nicholas Easter
: Money. Rankin Fitch
: Safer ways for a sharp kid like you to make money. What's the real reason? Nicholas Easter
: Business, politics, sports... you tell me what *isn't* rigged? I mean, is there even such a thing as an objective jury, Mr. Fitch? Rankin Fitch
] Not if I can help it. Nicholas Easter
: Then why should all the lawyers and guys like you make all the profit? Rankin Fitch
: You don't have much faith in the Law! Nicholas Easter
: I'm agnostic. Rankin Fitch
] I knew there was something I liked about you.
: I must say, I'm impressed, Mr. Kerr... Nicholas Easter
: Easter. Rankin Fitch
: "Easter." Correct... I didn't see you coming. Ovbiously I, uh, underestimated you. And as a rule, I don't do that. Make damn sure... you don't underestimate me.
: Goodbye, Fitch. Rankin Fitch
: Well, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... How did you swing 'em, huh? How did you swing 'em your way? I hear you got ten votes. How'd you do that? Nicholas Easter
] I didn't swing anything. I just stopped you from stealing the thing. We let 'em vote their hearts. That means you lose. Enjoy your drink.