Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain 't no porcupine Take off your kid gloves

-Has the jury reached a verdict? -We have, Your Honor.

-It's just that we're not real men. -What are we?

. . .they don't cry sexual harassment every time they lose.

-Ally, she's already grown up. -Oh.

As a woman, l'm totally offended by Mr. Milbury's conduct.

And l realized people can become what they are in the eyes of others.

I pulled her even tighter.

Don't ask me. Why are you two not looking at each other?

Oh, my God! What in the world is that?! I can explain!

-Is she interested? -Look, l don't know.

I'm gonna tell you about this so you understand what l'm talking about.

-Oh, nothing. -You just cut off a staff meeting.

-I didn't mean it like that. -Right.

I got a whole lot of kisses Baby, you've been missing

-Yes. -You look a little sexy for the men.

-Do you know why l became a lawyer? -To do good?

He was asking my permission to date you.

-He just took off? -I don't know what to think.

-You ever do that? -We all try to charm jurors.

-Is it John? -John? John Cage?

. . .so you can shag Ally with a clean conscience. It's despicable.

The field is open.

-And didn't she sue your whole firm? -We got that dismissed. It's just me.

Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean

-Treat her well, l'm okay with it. -I don't think you are.

-Oh, thanks. -Half of trial law is button-pushing.

Richard! Aren't you concerned that he just takes off?