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Don't look now, Danny, but you're making an argument.
You know nothing about the law. You're a used-car salesman, Daniel. You're an ambulance chaser with a rank. You're nothing. Live with that.
I'm sorry I lost you your set of steak knives.
"I strenuously object?" Is that how it works? Hm? "Objection, your Honor." "Overruled" "No, no. I STRENUOUSLY object." "Oh. You strenuously object. Then I'll take some time and reconsider."
Look at this! Last night he's swimming in Jack Daniels, and now he can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
He does think better with that bat.
I have no responsibilities here whatsoever.
don't think your clients belong in jail, but I don't get to make that decision! I represent the government of the United States without passion or prejudice, and my client has a case.
Lt. Kaffee is gonna try to put on a little magic act here. He's gonna try a little misdirection. He'll astound you with stories of rituals and dazzle you with official-sounding terms like Code Red. He might even try to cut into a few officers for you. He'll have no evidence, mind you, none . . . but it will be entertaining.
Your boys are going down, Danny. I can't stop it anymore.
I don't want a deal, and I don't want immunity. I want you to know that I'm proud neither of what I have done or of what I am doing.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Santiago, I was William's company commander. I knew your son vaguely, which is to say I knew his name. In a matter of time, the trial of the two men charged with your son's death will be concluded, and seven men and two women whom you've never met will try to offer you an explanation as to why William is dead. For my part, I've done as much as I can to bring the truth to light. And the truth is this: Your son is dead for only one reason. I wasn't strong enough to stop it. Always, Lieutenant Colonel Matthew Andrew Markinson, United States Marine Corps.
I have two books at my bedside, Lieutenant: the Marine Corps Code of Conduct and the King James Bible. The only proper authorities I am aware of are my commanding officer, Colonel Nathan R. Jessep, and the Lord our God.
This is a sales pitch. It's not going to be won by the law, it's going to be won by the lawyers.
Whatever happened to saluting an officer when he leaves the room?
Oh, now I see what you're saying! It had to be Professor Plum, in the library, with the candlestick!
We have softball games and marching bands. They work at a place where you have to wear camouflage or you might get shot!
Oh, spare me the psychobabble father bullshit.
That's a relief! I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to use the 'liar, liar, pants-on-fire' defense.
Maybe if we work at it we can get Dawson charged with the Kennedy assassination.
Why does a Lieutenant junior grade with a track record for plea bargains get handed a murder case? Could it be so it never sees the inside of a courtroom?
The only thing I have to eat is Yoohoo and Cocoa Puffs, so if you want anything else bring it with you.
I'm sorry, I keep forgetting. You were sick the day they taught law at law school!
He eats breakfast three hundred yards away from four thousand Cubans who are trained to kill him and no one's going to tell him how to run his unit, least of all the Harvard mouth in his faggoty white uniform.
And the hits just keep on comin'.
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