- Rankin Fitch: You think your average juror is King Solomon? No, he's a roofer with a mortgage. He wants to go home and sit in his Barcalounger and let the cable TV wash over him. And this man doesn't give a single, solitary droplet of shit about truth, justice or your American way.
- Frank Herrera: [On nominating Herman for foreman] But...
- Eddie Weese: But he's blind, man. So what? So is justice, right?
- Rankin Fitch: What do you hope to achieve if you win? You gonna bring Jacob Wood back to life? No. You just ensure that his wife goes to the cemetery in a better car, and that the heel that she snaps on the way to the graveside belongs to a $1,200 shoe. You get your name in the paper. But Jacob Wood and all the other gun violence victims remain rotting in their crypts.
- Nicholas Easter: Goodbye, Fitch.
- Rankin Fitch: Well, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... How did you swing 'em, huh? How did you swing 'em your way? I hear you got ten votes. How'd you do that?
- Nicholas Easter: [shrugs] I didn't swing anything. I just stopped you from stealing the thing. We let 'em vote their hearts. That means you lose. Enjoy your drink.
- Rankin Fitch: I must say, I'm impressed, Mr. Kerr...
- Nicholas Easter: Easter.
- Rankin Fitch: "Easter." Correct... I didn't see you coming. Ovbiously I, uh, underestimated you. And as a rule, I don't do that. Make damn sure... you don't underestimate me.
- Nicholas Easter: So, what? I'm supposed to convince you that I have them, right?
- Rankin Fitch: Oh, I think you've probably got them, or-or you will have. I just wanna' know why.
- Nicholas Easter: Money.
- Rankin Fitch: Safer ways for a sharp kid like you to make money. What's the real reason?
- Nicholas Easter: Business, politics, sports... you tell me what *isn't* rigged? I mean, is there even such a thing as an objective jury, Mr. Fitch?
- Rankin Fitch: [chuckles] Not if I can help it.
- Nicholas Easter: Then why should all the lawyers and guys like you make all the profit?
- Rankin Fitch: You don't have much faith in the Law!
- Nicholas Easter: I'm agnostic.
- Rankin Fitch: [laughs] I knew there was something I liked about you.
- Wendell Rohr: Is that why you're doing this? To protect the constitution, is that it?
- Rankin Fitch: Of course not. I'm in it to win.
- Wendell Rohr: Oh.
- Rankin Fitch: Just like you are.
- Wendell Rohr: Yeah.
- Rankin Fitch: Because that's what I was hired to do.
- Wendell Rohr: Uh huh.
- Rankin Fitch: Everything else is colored bubbles.
- Wendell Rohr: Colored bubbles! Colored bubbles? A system that calls for twelve people to sit and listen to testimony of witnesses, fella, and that includes my witness, who you've disappeared!
- Rankin Fitch: If you're relying on testimony to win this case, you've already lost it! Fella!
- Nicholas Easter: [after anti-gun fanatic is dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom during jury selection] Well, I guess that's lunch...
- Nicholas Easter: [talking about a dead friend] Listen, I dunno if it would be inappropriate, but do you think we could do something today to remember him?
- Rikki Coleman: We could say the Lord's Prayer.
- Nicholas Easter: Well, I don't want to ask people to pray...
- Millie Dupree: How about "God Bless America"?
- Nicholas Easter: [with more conviction] Oh, I couldn't ask people to *sing*!
- Pulaski: [cleaning fountain] Ah, bilge ring keeps crappin' out, blocking up the damn pump. I got it now, Nick.
- Nicholas Easter: Last time, you nearly took out every sink in the quarter, you know.
- Pulaski: Hey, that was those kids messing with the water main.
- [coughs from cigarette]
- Nicholas Easter: You know, you should really quit those things.
- Wendell Rohr: There's gonna be another shooting, and another shooting, and it's not gonna let up until we demand a change.
- Nicholas Easter: I'm Nick Easter, sir. Juror number nine
- Judge Harkin: And just what do you think you're doing outside of that Juror Room, Mr Easter-Juror-Number-Nine?
- Rankin Fitch: [as Nick and Marlee walk away] What, do you think you can just walk away from this? Huh? And I'm betting that the two of you - you can't stop! Because if you did, what would you have? NOTHING! Nothing!
- Rankin Fitch: Nice suit. Very, uh... of the people.
- Wendell Rohr: Yours is nicer, what would you call it - gun lobby protecting its own? Ooh! Swank shoes. Big tobacco?
- Rankin Fitch: Big alligator. Wrestled it myself.
- Rankin Fitch: You think this jury cares anything about negligent distribution, product liability?
- Wendell Rohr: You bet your ass they do!
- Rankin Fitch: Aw, most of them can't even say the words, let alone understand the meaning! You think your average juror is King Solomon? No! He's a roofer with a mortgage. He wants to go home and sit in his Barcalounger and let the cable TV wash over him. And this man doesn't give a single, solitary droplet of shit about truth, justice or your American way.
- Wendell Rohr: ... they're people, Fitch.
- Rankin Fitch: My point exactly!