Judge Chamberlain Haller: ...Ah, the two what? Uh... uh, what was that word?
Vinny Gambini: Uh... what word?
Judge Chamberlain Haller: Two what?
Vinny Gambini: What?
Judge Chamberlain Haller: Uh... did you say "utes"?
Vinny Gambini: Yeah, two utes.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: What is a ute?
Vinny Gambini: Oh, excuse me, Your Honor...the two YOUTHS...
Trust me, the audience, whether lawyers or non-lawyers enjoy watching the movie way more than listening to anything I or some other lecturer says.
Instead, he acted out the scene to perfection.
Stan: I don't wanna do this.
Vinny: I understand, but ya know, what are your alternatives?
Stan: My alternatives? To what, to you? I don't know, suicide, death...
Vinny: Look, it's either me or them. You're gettin’ fucked one way or the other. (Stan tries to get up, but Vinny stops him) Hey, lighten up. Don't worry, I'm gonna help you.
Stan: (somewhat sarcastically) Gee, thanks.
Vinny: Excuse me, but I think a modicum of gratitude would not be out of line here.
Stan: You think I should be grateful?
Vinny: Yeah, I mean it's your ass, not mine. I think you should be grateful. I think you should be down on your fuckin’ knees!
Stan: I'm sorry. I didn't know it was such an honor to get a visit from you.
Vinny: Hey, I'm doin’ a favor here, ya know. You're gettin’ me for nothin’, you little fuck.
Stan: Boy, that's one hell of an ego you got.
Vinny: What the fuck is your problem? I did not come down here just to get jerked off.
Stan: No. No, no. I'm not jerking you off. I'm not doing anything.
Vinny: That's it. You're on your own. I'm just takin’ care of Sleepin’ Beauty.
It’s an industry term
BAM
A Fucking bullet rips off part of your head, your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya
Do you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch that shot you was wearing?!
BAM
A Fucking bullet rips off part of your head, your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya
Do you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch that shot you was wearing?!
Mona Lisa Vito: You think I'm hostile now, wait 'til you see me tonight.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: Do you two know each other?
Vinny Gambini: Yeah, she's my fiancée.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: Well, that would certainly explain the hostility.
What did you say?
What? What I say?
Stan: The Klan's here. They're inbred. They sleep with their sisters.
[a deputy glares at him]
Stan: Some of them do.
Yeah well what are you, a fucking world traveler?
D.A. Jim Trotter: An out-of-work hairdresser. In what way does that qualify you as an expert in automobiles?
Lisa: It doesn't.
I’m positive.
Shit.
I’m positive.
One of my favorite movies. But shouldn’t it be ‘the prosecution is wrong’?
They were the defense.
Quote:
Are you sure?!?!
I’m positive.
One of my favorite movies. But shouldn’t it be ‘the prosecution is wrong’?
They were the defense.
Nope, the defense is wrong. Its a surprise twist. In proving the defense is wrong, they prove the boys are innocent, but not in the way the defense had presented.
Are we to believe that boiling water soaks into a grit faster in your kitchen than on any place on the face of the earth?
Mr. Tipton: I don't know.
Well, perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove. Were these magic grits? I mean, did you buy them from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans?
*deputy glares at Stan*
Well, some of them do.
Trees?
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?! (Stares upward to indicate him thinking of anything else) Is it possible?! (looks up again)
Lisa: Maybe it was a bad time to bring it up.
[The next day, after Vinny was awakened by the train again]
Yesterday you told me that freight train hardly ever comes through here at 5:00 A.M. in the morning.
Hotel Clerk: I know. She's supposed to come through at ten after 4:00.