The car that made these two, equal-length tire marks had positraction. *biological clock* - my career, your life, our marriage, and let me see, what else can we pile on? Is there any more *shit* we can pile on to the top of the outcome of this case? Is it possible? I got no money, a dress code problem, *and* a little murder case which, in the balance, holds the lives of two innocent kids. ![]() An idiot who wants to fight me for two hundred dollars. I swear to God, I do not need this right now, okay? I've got a judge that's just aching to throw me in jail. *ticking like this* and the way this case is going, I ain't never getting married. ![]() Meanwhile, *ten years later*, my niece, the daughter of my sister is getting married. But we agreed to get married as soon as you won your first case. Well, I hate to bring it up, because I know you've got enough pressure on you already. Oh, Vinny! I'm watching you go down in flames, and you're bringing me with you and I can't do anything about it! All I know is that you're screwing up and I can't help. You wanna know what I'm nervous about? I'll tell you what I'm nervous about! I am in the dark here with all this legal crap. What are you nervous about? I'm the one that's under the gun here. You're acting like you're nervous or something. Were these magic grits? I mean, did you buy them from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans? Well, perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove. Did you say you were a fast cook? That's it?Īre we to believe that boiling water soaks into a grit faster in your kitchen than on any place on the face of the earth? Tipton, how could it take you five minutes to cook your grits, when it takes the entire grit-eating world twenty minutes? No self-respectin' Southerner uses instant grits. How do you cook your grits? Do you like them regular, creamy or al dente? Uh, do you remember what you had?Įggs and grits. So, obviously, it takes you five minutes to make breakfast. You were just ready to eat, and you heard a gunshot. ![]() You testified earlier that the boys went into the store, and you had just begun to make breakfast. Well, how much time was they in the store?įive minutes? Are you sure? Did you look at your watch? Two different men drive up in a similar-looking car, go in, shoot the clerk, rob him, and then leave? Wait till you hear the whole thing, so you can understand this, now. Then two different men drive up in a similar -ĭon't shake your head, I'm not done yet. Is it possible the two defendants entered the store, picked 22 specific items off of the shelves, had the clerk take money, make change, then leave. However, in 1964, the correct ignition timing would be four degrees before top-dead-center. And it wasn't offered in the Bel Air with a four-barrel carb till '64. 'Cause Chevy didn't make a 327 in '55, the 327 didn't come out till '62. Impossible because you don't know the answer! It's a bullshit question, it's impossible to answer. what would the correct ignition timing be on a 1955 Bel Air Chevrolet, with a 327 cubic-inch engine and a four-barrel carburetor? Vito, being an expert on general automotive knowledge, can you tell me. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing? BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water. What about these pants I got on, you think they're O.K.? I mean, the guy will lose respect for me, would you rather have that? Hey Lisa, I'm not gonna go out there just to wimp out, you know. I mean, I'm a man's man, I could go deer hunting.Ī sweet, innocent, harmless, leaf-eating, doe-eyed little deer. I don't know, he's got a boar, a bear, a couple of deer. He's got a lot of stuffed heads in his office. He's not gonna let me look at his files, but maybe he'll relax enough to drop his guard so I can finesse a little information out of him. It's a bonding thing, you know show him I'm one of the boys. Well, you know, two guys, out in the woods, guns, on the hunt. What does getting to Trotter's files have anything to do with hunting? If only I knew what he knows, you know? If he'd let me look at his files oh boy. ![]() Why are you going hunting? Shouldn't you be out preparing for court?
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