Parnell Emmett McCarthy: Twelve people go off into a room: twelve different minds, twelve different hearts, from twelve different walks of life; twelve sets of eyes, ears, shapes, and sizes. And these twelve people are asked to judge another human be...
Judge Weaver: Now, Mr. Dancer, get off the panties. You've done enough damage.
Lt. Frederick Manion: How can a jury disregard what it's already heard? Paul Biegler: [shaking head] They can't, lieutenant. They can't.
[Judge Weaver has stopped the testimony by Detective Sergeant James Durgo, State Police, and called the lawyers to his bench] Judge Weaver: Mr. Biegler, you finally got your rape into the case, and I think all the details should now be made clear to ...
Paul Biegler: If you do that one more time, I'll punch you all the way out into the middle of Lake Superior!
Paul Biegler: Mr. Paquette, what would you call a man with an insatiable penchant for women? Alphonse Paquette: A what? Paul Biegler: A penchant... a desire... taste... passion? Alphonse Paquette: Well, uh, ladies' man, I guess. Or maybe just a damn ...
Parnell Emmett McCarthy: [eyeing an empty liquor bottle] You fought this soldier by yourself. You've been drinking alone, Paulie. I don't like that. Paul Biegler: Drop the stone, Counsellor. You live in a glass house. Parnell Emmett McCarthy: My wind...
Paul Biegler: You're fired. Maida Rutledge: You can't fire me until you pay me.
Maida Rutledge: If this refrigerator gets any more fish in it, it will swim upstream and spawn all by itself.
Paul Biegler: I'm just a humble country lawyer trying to do the best I can against this brilliant prosecutor from the big city of Lansing.
Paul Biegler: As a lawyer, I've had to learn that people aren't just good or just bad. People are many things.
Paul Biegler: [after cross-examining a convicted felon] Your Honor, I don't think I can dignify this - -creature - - with any more questions.
Paul Biegler: All right, the cat's out of the bag; it's fair game for me to chase it!
Judge Weaver: One judge is quite like another. The only differences may be in the state of their digestions or their proclivities for sleeping on the bench. For myself, I can digest pig iron. And while I might appear to doze occasionally, you will fi...
Judge Weaver: [as Biegler leaves the courtroom momentarily] Judge Weaver... let's not make a Federal Case out of this. [followed by impish grin]
Lt. Frederick Manion: [Roars at "Duke" Miller, who has just given his testimony] You're a *liar!* You're a *lousy, stinking liar!* Paul Biegler: I apologize to the court for my client's outburst. But it's almost excusable, since the prosecution has s...
Judge Weaver: For the benefit of the jury, but more especially for the spectators, The garment mentioned in the testimony was, to be exact, Mrs. Manion's panties. [spectators roar with laughter] Judge Weaver: I wanted to get your snickering over and ...
