Howard: Aah, gold's a devilish sort of thing, anyway. You start out, you tell yourself you'll be satisfied with 25,000 handsome smackers worth of it. So help me, Lord, and cross my heart. Fine resolution. After months of sweatin' yourself dizzy, and ...
Juror #3: [as Juror 8 sets up an experiment to see if the old man could reach his front door in 15 seconds] What do you mean, *you* wanna try it? Why didn't his lawyer bring it up if it's so important? Juror #5: Well, maybe he just didn't think about...
Truman: I figure we can scrape together $8,000... Meryl: Every time you and Marlon get together... Truman: We can bum around the world for a year on that! Meryl: And then what, Truman? We'd be where we were five years ago. You're talking like a teena...
