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29 Cards in this Set
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Foreman: Number 10? |
Guilty. |
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J7: And we go into overtime here. |
Six to six! I'm telling you, some of you people in here are out of your minds. A kid like that. |
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J9: The facts are supposed to determine the case. |
Ah, don't give me that. I'm sick and tired of facts. You can twist 'em any way you like. Know what I mean? |
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J2: There's a lot of details that never came out. |
Details! You're just letting yourself get bulldozed by a bunch'a what d'ya call 'ems--intellectuals. |
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J2: Now, that's not so. |
Ah, come on. You're like everybody else. You think too much, you get mixed up. Know what I mean? |
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J3: But let me tell you, I'm sincere. J4: Fine. We all are. |
Well, isn't this the goddamndest thing you ever saw? Six to six. It's a joke. |
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J2: What are we gonna do about it? Can't we break it somehow? |
Those six bastards in there aren't going to change their minds. |
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J4: Five of them have already changed their minds. There's no reason why they can't be persuaded to do it again. |
How? |
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J4: Just by using logic. |
Logic! Holy cow! |
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J3: Now, you listen to this woman. She's the only one in the room who knows-- |
You want my opinion? |
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J4: Go ahead. |
I think we should just quit. |
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J3: What the hell are you talking about? |
Those people in there are suddenly like it's some kind of mission or something. Look, they're not gonna switch, so let's go and tell the Judge-- we'll be here all night! For Chrissakes, let's go and tell him we're hung. The hell with this. I mean, what am I gonna do, break my brains over scum like that? |
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J3: Well, that's the most ridiculous thing I ever...you took an oath in that courtroom. You can't just quit. |
Why not? |
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J3: it's dishonest. Why don't you vote "not guilty"? |
I voted guilty because I think he's guilty. |
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J3: But now you don't care what happens? |
No. Why should I? |
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J4: All right, let's stop this. We're not going to get anywhere like this. |
Well, what does she want? I gave her my honest opinion. |
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J4: I know. |
I suppose you don't think much of it. |
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Foreman: Uh--we'd like to get going in here again, if you don't mind. |
How about her? Isn't that something? |
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J3: Thats not what we're here for. |
What the hell's the difference? A hung jury is what you're gonna get. |
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Foreman: Look, would you please-- |
Listen, I'll tell you what I think. We're goin' nowhere here. I'm ready to walk into court right now and declare a hung jury. |
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J8: What about the night before last? |
Come on, what is this? |
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J9: I think the point is made. |
Big point! |
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J9: I think it is a big point. |
What? Just because he can't remember the name of some two-bit movie star? I suppose that proves the kid was at the movies. |
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J9: Being accused of murder isn't necessarily supposed to give him an infallible memory. |
You can talk till your tongue is dragging on the floor. The boy is guilty. Period. Know what I mean, my friend? (Cough) who's got those cough drops? |
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Foreman: That whole business with the psychiatrist that dragged on forever. |
Now don't start with all that phoney psycho-whatever-you-call-it stuff. What a racket that is! Filling people's heads with all that junk. Listen, I've got three psychiatrists keeping their cars in one of my garages. The whole three of 'em are crazy. |
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Foreman: Listen. There's a point I'm trying to make here, do you mind? |
I wouldn't give you a nickel for a psychiatrists testimony. |
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J11: I beg pardon, in discussing-- |
I beg pardon. What are you so ******* polite about? |
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J11: To say that a man is capable of murder does not mean that he has committed murder. |
But it can mean it. Listen, if they said the kid is capable of killing, he could've killed, couldn't he? |
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J8: You're the one who said, and I quote, 'I wouldn't give you a nickel for a psychiatrist's testimony.' |
Boy, I'm telling you...(cross angrily) I'd like to...(glare and storm off) |
