An altar boy is accused of murdering a priest, and the truth is buried several layers deep.

[last lines]
Roy: Mr. Vail?
Marty: Yeah?
Roy: [stammering as usual] Will you t-tell Miss Venable I'm sorry? Tell her I hope her neck is OK.
Marty: Yeah... I will. Wait... What did you just say? What? You told me just a few minutes ago that you didn't remember. You blacked out. So how do you know about her neck?
Roy: [breaking character] Well... good for you, Marty. I was going to let it go. You was looking so happy just now. I was thinking, Mmm, God. But to tell you the truth, I'm glad you figured it, because I have been dying to tell you. I just didn't know who you'd wanna hear it from, you know? Aaron or Roy, or Roy or Aaron. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. A sort of a client-attorney-privilege type of a secret, you know what I mean? It don't matter who you hear it from. It's the same story.
[stammering as Aaron]
Roy: I j-j-just... had to kill Linda, Mr. Vail.
[normal voice as Roy]
Roy: That, that cunt just got what she deserved. But... cutting up that son of a bitch Rushman? That was just a fucking work of art.
Marty: You're good. You are really good.
Roy: Yeah. I did get caught, though, didn't I?
Marty: So there never... there never was a Roy?
Roy: Jesus Christ, Marty. If that's what you think, I am disappointed in you, I don't mind telling you. There never was an Aaron... counselor! Come on, Marty, I thought you had it figured, there at the end. The way you put me on the stand like that? That was fucking brilliant, Marty! And that whole thing like "act-like-a-man"? Jesus, I knew exactly what you wanted from me. It was like we were dancing, Marty!
Marty: Guard!
Roy: Oh come on, don't be like that, Marty. We did it, man. We fucking did it! We're a great team, you and me. You think I could've done this without you? You're just feeling a little angry here, because you started to care about old Aaron, I can understand that, but... you know, love hurts, Marty. What can I say? Hey, I'm just kidding, bud! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! What else was I supposed to do? Hey, you're gonna thank me down the road, because this is gonna toughen you right up, Martin Vail! You hear me? That's a promise!
Marty: Why gamble with money when you can gamble with people's lives? That was a joke. All right, I'll tell you. I believe in the notion that people are innocent until proven guilty. I believe in that notion because I choose to believe in the basic goodness of people. I choose to believe that not all crimes are committed by bad people. And I try to understand that some very, very good people do some very bad things.
[first lines]
Marty: On my first day of law school, my professor says two things. First was; "From this day forward, when your mother tells you she loves you - get a second opinion."
Jack Connerman: [chuckles] And?
Marty: "If you want justice, go to a whorehouse. If you wanna get fucked, go to court."
Janet: No further questions your honor.
Roy: ['Roy' emerges] Where the hell do you think you're going?
Janet: Excuse me?
Roy: Hey you look at me when I'm talkin' to you, bitch!
Judge Miriam Shoat: Mr. Stampler!
Roy: Fuck you, lady! Come here!
[Roy jumps over the witness stand and grabs Janet and punches Marty Vail]
Judge Miriam Shoat: Bailiff!
Roy: You wanna play rough, let's play rough. Come on, lets play rough!
[Bailiff and secruity slowly walk toward Roy]
Roy: Yeah, keep comin' closer asshole, don't think I won't break her fuckin' neck!
Marty: Roy, come on. I got...
Roy: Fuck you, Marty! I'm walkin' outta slowly. Really slow.
Marty: I chose to believe in the basic goodness of people. Some basically good people do some very bad things.
Marty: You want justice, go to a whorehouse. You wanna get fucked, go to court.
Marty: I speak. You do not speak. Your job is to just sit there and look innocent.
Janet: Do you know what I would do if someone did that to me? I would kill him, I wouldn't hesitate. I would stab him 78 times. I would chop off his fingers, slash his throat open, carve numbers in his chest, gouge out his eyes, I swear to God!... But that's me.
Marty: First thing that I ask a new client is "Have you been saving up for a rainy day? Guess what? It's raining."
Rushman: [stepping to podium] Well I must say, I haven't seen so many lawyers and politicians gathered together in one place since confession this morning.
[audience laughter]
Marty: Yeah, I'm Martin Vail, from the public defender's office. I'm handling the Aaron Stampler case.
Cop: Hmm, The Butcher Boy.
Marty: Yes, thank you, I forgot his real name.
Naomi Chance: But that means you have to change the plea to insanity, which you can't do mid-trial, unless of course you're planning on a career change.
Tommy: That... is... a... bullshit story!
Marty: No, that's *our* bullshit story.
[arguing before the judge]
Janet: Next thing you know, he'll be objecting to introducing the murder weapon into evidence!
Marty: Well, now that you bring it up...
Joey Pinero: See this lot here? This lot used to be houses. In fact, there was a house over there on the corner where I kissed my first girl friend. Got her pregnant, too.
Marty: Hell of a kiss, Joey.
Marty: Mr. Pinero has never been convicted of anything. Cops jumped him, he was left bleeding in the snow. It's a miracle he survived. Having said that, I am not opposed to a settlement.
John Shaughnessy: A million-five and Pinero leaves the state.
Marty: You can't limit a citizen's right to live wherever he wants to. Legally, that's unenforceable.
John Shaughnessy: Whether or not it's enforceable or just a gentleman's agreement, Mr. Pinero will know what we want.
Marty: I don't have to believe you. I don't care if you are innocent. I'm your mother, your father, your priest.
[Marty is trying to woo Janet again, kissing the back of her neck and humming as she smokes a cigarette at the bar in the party for the Archbishop]
Marty: Come on... all you have to do is turn around.
Janet: I thought you liked it better like this. That way you don't have to look at the person.
Marty: You're mean.
Marty: Look at me.
[She turns to face him. He is grinning seductively]
Marty: Come on. Let's go find a bar you can still smoke in.
Janet: Thanks for the invite, but I don't like one-night stands all that much.
Marty: We saw each other for months.
Janet: It was a one-night stand, Marty. It just lasted six months.
Marty: You either run for office or you wind up a judge. Why become an umpire when you can play ball?
Joey Pinero: How are they going to kill a man who never sleeps?
Judge Miriam Shoat: [to Marty Vail] You are making a mockery of my courtroom and I'm not going to allow it. I suggest you start representing your client and stop representing yourself.
Roy: If you lay that tough-man shit on Aaron again, I will kick your fuckin' ass to Sunday!
Roy: [talking about Aaron] Hell, he couldn't kick his own ass.
Janet: It was a one-night stand, Marty. It just lasted six months.
Roy: I got you. You the lawyer. Well, you sure fucked this one up, didn't you, counselor! Looks to me like they're gonna shoot ol' Aaron so full o' poison it's gonna come out his eyes!

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