Doyle: It's a set-up.
Henry Jankle: ...I was under the impression that we'd already purchased ourselves a verdict.
Rankin Fitch: ...you're losing me my jury!
Rankin Fitch: You think your average juror is King Solomon? No, he's a roofer with a mortgage. He wants to go home and sit in his Barcalounger and let the cable TV wash over him. And this man doesn't give a single, solitary droplet of shit about truth, justice or your American way.
Judge Harkin: I'm not sure, but I believe I'm buying lunch.
Rankin Fitch: Ah, I hate Baptists almost as much as I hate Democrats.
Rankin Fitch: Gentlemen, trials are too important to be left up to juries.
Rankin Fitch: ...the thing of it is, I don't give a shit. What's more... I never have.
Frank Herrera: [On nominating Herman for foreman] But...

Eddie Weese: But he's blind, man. So what? So is justice, right?
Nicholas Easter: [after anti-gun fanatic is dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom during jury selection] Well, I guess that's lunch...
Rankin Fitch: Everybody has a secret they don't want you to find.
Nicholas Easter: [talking about a dead friend] Listen, I dunno if it would be inappropriate, but do you think we could do something today to remember him?

Rikki Coleman: We could say the Lord's Prayer.

Nicholas Easter: Well, I don't want to ask people to pray...

Millie Dupree: How about "God Bless America"?

Nicholas Easter: [with more conviction] Oh, I couldn't ask people to *sing*!
Rankin Fitch: What do you hope to achieve if you win? You gonna bring Jacob Wood back to life? No. You just ensure that his wife goes to the cemetery in a better car, and that the heel that she snaps on the way to the graveside belongs to a $1,200 shoe. You get your name in the paper. But Jacob Wood and all the other gun violence victims remain rotting in their crypts.
[last lines]

Marlee: I wanna go home.

Nicholas Easter: Okay, let's go home.
Rankin Fitch: Somebody add "class-clown" to Mr. Easter's ever expanding resume.
Marlee: Anybody can be gotten to.
Pulaski: [cleaning fountain] Ah, bilge ring keeps crappin' out, blocking up the damn pump. I got it now, Nick.

Nicholas Easter: Last time, you nearly took out every sink in the quarter, you know.

Pulaski: Hey, that was those kids messing with the water main.

[coughs from cigarette]

Nicholas Easter: You know, you should really quit those things.
Nicholas Easter: I'm Nick Easter, sir. Juror number nine

Judge Harkin: And just what do you think you're doing outside of that Juror Room, Mr Easter-Juror-Number-Nine?
Nicholas Easter: So, what? I'm supposed to convince you that I have them, right?

Rankin Fitch: Oh, I think you've probably got them, or-or you will have. I just wanna' know why.

Nicholas Easter: Money.

Rankin Fitch: Safer ways for a sharp kid like you to make money. What's the real reason?

Nicholas Easter: Business, politics, sports... you tell me what *isn't* rigged? I mean, is there even such a thing as an objective jury, Mr. Fitch?

Rankin Fitch: [chuckles] Not if I can help it.

Nicholas Easter: Then why should all the lawyers and guys like you make all the profit?

Rankin Fitch: You don't have much faith in the Law!

Nicholas Easter: I'm agnostic.

Rankin Fitch: [laughs] I knew there was something I liked about you.
Rankin Fitch: I must say, I'm impressed, Mr. Kerr...

Nicholas Easter: Easter.

Rankin Fitch: "Easter." Correct... I didn't see you coming. Ovbiously I, uh, underestimated you. And as a rule, I don't do that. Make damn sure... you don't underestimate me.
Nicholas Easter: Goodbye, Fitch.

Rankin Fitch: Well, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... How did you swing 'em, huh? How did you swing 'em your way? I hear you got ten votes. How'd you do that?

Nicholas Easter: [shrugs] I didn't swing anything. I just stopped you from stealing the thing. We let 'em vote their hearts. That means you lose. Enjoy your drink.
Wendell Rohr: Is that why you're doing this? To protect the constitution, is that it?

Rankin Fitch: Of course not. I'm in it to win.

Wendell Rohr: Oh.

Rankin Fitch: Just like you are.

Wendell Rohr: Yeah.

Rankin Fitch: Because that's what I was hired to do.

Wendell Rohr: Uh huh.

Rankin Fitch: Everything else is colored bubbles.

Wendell Rohr: Colored bubbles! Colored bubbles? A system that calls for twelve people to sit and listen to testimony of witnesses, fella, and that includes my witness, who you've disappeared!

Rankin Fitch: If you're relying on testimony to win this case, you've already lost it.
Wendell Rohr: There's gonna be another shooting, and another shooting, and it's not gonna let up until we demand a change.

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Runaway Jury short comments

Bennett 2022-04-24 07:01:07

The story is good, but I feel unmoved. Both the plaintiff and the defendant are lacking in the battle of wits and the appeal of the story.
Garry 2021-12-11 08:01:36

The big-name Biao drama, the front is too long, the cute uncle John Cusack, and Rachel are really good, the ending is actually sensational. But to watch JB, even with soy sauce, show a charming smile. Gene Hackman plays the hero's father in Split Decisions