Runaway Jury (2003)
Rankin Fitch: Gentlemen, trials are too important to be left up to juries.
Frank Herrera: [On nominating Herman for foreman] But...
Eddie Weese: But he's blind, man. So what? So is justice, right?
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.
Rankin Fitch: Ah, I hate Baptists almost as much as I hate Democrats.
Rankin Fitch: ...the thing of it is, I don't give a shit. What's more... I never have.
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.
Rankin Fitch: Somebody add "class-clown" to Mr. Easter's ever expanding resume.
Nicholas Easter: 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: [shrugs] 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.
Rankin Fitch: Everybody has a secret they don't want you to find.
Judge Harkin: I'm not sure, but I believe I'm buying lunch.
Nicholas Easter: 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: [chuckles] 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: [laughs] I knew there was something I liked about you.
Henry Jankle: ...I was under the impression that we'd already purchased ourselves a verdict.
Nicholas Easter: [after anti-gun fanatic is dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom during jury selection] Well, I guess that's lunch...
Pulaski: [cleaning fountain] Ah, bilge ring keeps crappin' out, blocking up the damn pump. I got it now, Nick.
Nicholas Easter: Last time, you nearly took out every sink in the quarter, you know.
Pulaski: Hey, that was those kids messing with the water main.
[coughs from cigarette]
Nicholas Easter: You know, you should really quit those things.
Rankin Fitch: 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.
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*!