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Question

(Do you recognize the movie?)
1. let the record show
2. we lawyers call that a counter-offer
3. would you give a **** what kind of pants the son-of-a-***** who shot you was wearing?
4. well, that would certainly explain the hostility
5. oh yeah, you blend.
6. perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist

Why,thank you HEartstri...that was very kind of you.

motherlandpr...in the words of Festus:
You talk like my foot's asleep.

Answer 1

I can't think of the movie. I know I've seen it though. And after the first lame answer and the previous rude answer, I might have a chance at getting this one!! HAHA

I decided to go into court wearing red today. I asked my paralegal how I looked. She simply replied with, "oh yeah, you blend". I knew that was her way of saying I looked great. However, on my way to court, I caught my heel in the elevator. Much to my amazement, I didn't fall flat on my face. Perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist after all. I limped off to the court room. The judge entered and the 3rd day of the trial began. The bailiff said "let the record show that both counselors are present", then he whispered under his breath "and one of them is looking mighty fine in red". I flashed a smile and began my examination. As I proceded, I asked the witness, "would you give a **** what kind of pants the son-of-a-***** who shot you was wearing??" This of course was stricken from the record, but at least I got it said. During a recess, the opposing counsel handed me a note. He said "we lawyers call that a counter offer". I said "no thanks, I've obviously made progress today". I left him standing there with his mouth wide open. After two more days of trial, a verdict was finally reached. All I could think about was some time to rest. It was about that time that my paralegal confronted me. She said I need to quit flirting with the bailiff. I had no idea what she meant until she explained that she had a secret crush on him. Well, that would certainly explain the hostility she has toward me. I assured her she had nothing to worry about and went home to soak in a hot tub. I knew that in just 2 more hours, opposing counsel and I would be reaching our own verdict, if you know what I mean!!

P.S. Sunshine, you know there's several of us who love your daily quizzes and games. Don't let a couple poor sports ruin that!!

Answer 2

Oh my God I don't have time to write another paragraph at the moment.....but My Cousin Vinny is one of my all-time favorites!

"Did you say 'yutes'?"

Ok, now I have time, here goes.

We all know what happens when court is called to session in the third Magisterial district. We prefer not to talk about it. That's why they pay me the big money; I can deal with this sort of harsh reality. I swim in it, I bathe in it, I relish in it. So today, the judge is a sewer rat who speaks Japanese with a midwestern accent. Cute. Let the record show that I did not ask for this. My client (an oversized Dalmation named Sturbles, who had been arrested for angrily smoking a cigar in a children's hospital), was just sitting there. I had to stop him from lighting up, twice now, in a courtroom. Super cute. He looked at me and said, "I dunno, Doc, ya think I blend in here?" I just smirked and said, "Oh yeah, you blend. You blend like a Cuisinart on high speed, Baby." Now, perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist right in front of the judge's bench, because that would perfectly explain why a pair of disembodied eyes was sitting there, glaring at me. They were shifty; looking around the courtroom as if something was about to happen. The judge wrinkled his whiskers and banged his gavel, pausing momentarily to eat a piece of rotting bacon. "Hear ye, hear ye, let the court of uncommon pleas come to order!" None of the crickets on the jury seemed to be paying attention. "How does your client plead?" I just looked at him and said "What do you think? Why should I have to answer to a fat little munger like you who doesn't even wear pants?" We lawyers call that a counter-offer. The judge just glared at me, and the floating pair of eyes just watched us. I mean, what else is a pair of eyes good for, anyway? The judge had this to say: "Let me ask you this. If I were to have the bailiff take your dumb *** outside and shoot you down like a gruffy little shriveled up desert lizard, would you give a **** what kind of pants the son-of-a-***** who shot you was wearing? The next words out of your mouth had better be 'guilty' or 'not guilty'. Capiche?" I had to pause to think about that. I am, after all, a lizard, and he does, after all, have the authority to do this. "Do I get a free lunch out of this?" was all I could muster. The judge glared. "You are now in contempt of court. Bailiff! Burn him." The gorilla in a policeman's uniform pressed a hot branding iron into my midsection, and it hurt like the dickens. I could see the branding mark already. "Pete and Elbert's Quality Branding Irons," it read. "Now," said the judge, "Would you like to go for TWO counts of contempt?" I knew that was a bad idea. "Not guilty."
The ride back to the Amazon jungle that evening on the red-eye was nice and relaxing.

Answer 3

Probably