— I am not my father.
— No.
— Then why do they judge me so?
— I'm not sure I'm the person to ask.
— I am asking you, Merlin, man to man.
— Well, perhaps they feel you're worthy enough to BE judged.
— What do you mean by that?
— Judgment is wasted on a man who won't listen.
— You think I should take them seriously.
— I think you already have.
— Surely the holy inquisition need not sully its hands with a common whore? It is a matter for the state, don't you think?
— I leave this woman to Venice which richly deserves her.
It doesn't matter how well you do. It's how well you follow their rules.
— I believe you testified you backed away from Aaron Wharton.
— That's right.
— Which direction were you going?
— I always go backwards when I'm backing up.
He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already.
Trials are too important to be left up to juries.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authrizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than their sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense -
Thy adverse party is thy advocate -
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an ccessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
That's one of the benefits of being a judge, Mr. Rice. I can pretty much do whatever I want.
Litigation — a machine which you go into as a pig and come out of as a sausage.