- [first lines]
- Harry Nash: Rook to Knight 1.
- Jonathan Gault: You sure you don't want to look at the board?
- Harry Nash: No. Just move it.
- Jonathan Gault: Damn. I don't know how you stand all the waiting, Harry. It gives me the willies.
- [the phone rings]
- Harry Nash: Yes? Okay, we'll be right there.
- Jonathan Gault: Moment of truth?
- Harry Nash: We'll see.
- Harry Nash: Do you ever feel like quitting?
- Jerry Landau: With three ex-wives and a Lamborghini to support? Be serious.
- Harry Nash: I am serious. I can't remember the last time I represented a decent human being.
- Jerry Landau: I'll get you a drink.
- Harry Nash: I don't have to drink his liquor.
- Jenny Stafford: You didn't have to defend him, either.
- Harry Nash: Number One: I wasn't talking to you. Jesus, I hate a woman who smokes.
- Jenny Stafford: Yeah, well, we're a lot worse than murderers.
- Harry Nash: Number Two: I believe the verdict was not guilty.
- Jenny Stafford: So why are you bad mouthing it?
- Harry Nash: Look, if I was a surgeon, I wouldn't have to love the guy on the table, would I?
- Jenny Stafford: I hadn't thought of that. Surgeons have bloody hands, too.
- Harry Nash: Hey, Miss, it's safe to go back inside. I'm leaving.
- Jenny Stafford: You should stay. All these people drinking, there's bound to be a nice accident.
- Harry Nash: I'm waiting for the next cliché.
- Jenny Stafford: Is that all you're waiting for?
- Harry Nash: Boy, have you got a mean mouth.
- Jenny Stafford: Sue me.
- District Attorney: Look, if we were desperate, I'd say, 'Fine. We got nothing to lose.' But the man is a pimp. He's fifty pounds of garbage in a ten pound bag. All Nash has to do is kick it and we'd never get rid of the stench.
- Harry Nash: He's on some kind of edge... if we could just prod him, push him, rattle his cage a little bit, I think he might make a mistake.
- Burt Matson: Yeah, he might even go after his lawyer who now knows too much.
- Jonathan Gault: You put a bent cop in my life, is that it? Nice... move... Harry! That cop would shoot me for running a red light. I bet your hands are clean, aren't they? Hypocrite, liar, adulter... well, they do say, "Never trust a lawyer."
- Jonathan Gault: I know - murder... suicide. Slimy lawyer kills mistress, then self; wronged husband mourns in jail. Come up here. Come on, Harry! I'll let you say goodbye.
- [Harry doesn't move]
- Jonathan Gault: Very well. I'm quite a good shot, you know. I can hit her from here. Watch.
- [Jonathan fires at Jenny, who is gagged and bound in the next room]
- Harry Nash: Noooo!
- Jonathan Gault: ... Missed.
- Jonathan Gault: I just have to hire a wily young lawyer like yourself, Harry. I'll buy myself a pack of psychiatrists; tell them I trusted you. That'll prove my insanity beyond a reasonable doubt. You're going to have to shoot me or be part of my defense.
- Harry Nash: Shut up.
- Jonathan Gault: Actually, I wish you would kill me. I don't really much fancy alive - hospital, painting classes, taking up to Bible to show I'm reborn.
- Jonathan Gault: Look at you. You really want to. The real Harry at last. Not a lawyer - a judge, a god - deciding life and death. Harry the Omnipotent.
- Harry Nash: Shut up.
- Jonathan Gault: One last prayer, Harry, if you're going to kill me, one last prayer. Harry is my shepherd, I shall not want. Yea, even though I walk in the shadow...
- Crosby: You have the right to remain in silence...
- D.J. Johnson: Fuck the right to remain in silence! Call Silverman!