My fear is that I’m gonna put you in a bikini and you’ll still look like a fucking bank teller.
No… I’m done.
Jake Tyler Brigance:
[in his summation, talking about Tonya Hailey]
I want to tell you a story. I’m going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead. Close your eyes, please. This is a story about a little girl walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon. I want you to picture this little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. Two men jump out and grab her. They drag her into a nearby field and they tie her up and they rip her clothes from her body. Now they climb on. First one, then the other, raping her, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath and sweat. And when they’re done, after they’ve killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to have children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice. They start throwing full beer cans at her. They throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones. Then they urinate on her. Now comes the hanging. They have a rope. They tie a noose. Imagine the noose going tight around her neck and with a sudden blinding jerk she’s pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking. They don’t find the ground. The hanging branch isn’t strong enough. It snaps and she falls back to the earth. So they pick her up, throw her in the back of the truck and drive out to Foggy Creek Bridge. Pitch her over the edge. And she drops some thirty feet down to the creek bottom below. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten, broken body soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Now imagine she’s white.
[while staying over at Raquel’s apartment]
let me ask you a question: what do you think Steven would do if he found out about David?
I mean screwing around is second oldest reason to kill someone.
Oh really, and what would be the first?
[raises a glass]
You don’t want to do this.
I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do or don’t what to do. You have ten seconds to change your mind.
I’ll give you five seconds to remove your hand.
[Frank is trying to teach Michael to talk like a mobster]
Here, try this, ”Hey, fuggeddabout it!”
Hey, forget about it!
No, like this, ”Hey, fuggeddabout it!” Change you T’s to D’s.
Hey, fuggeddaboud id!
You said change Ts to Ds!
Not the last one! OK, forget that one, try this one, ”Get the hell outta here.” No Rs.
Get the hail outta hee.
Not hee! Heah!
[Hands Michael a pistol]
Stick it in your pants, maybe you’ll look the part.
Rule #1. Never change the deal.
My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!
You mean our names, right?
Of course. My name first, then spacebar, spacebar, spacebar… your name.