January 21, 2010 | 0 Comments
Beth: My father endowed a chair at Stanford. Technically, they owe us.
Beth: My father endowed a chair at Stanford. Technically, they owe us.
Beth: A practical exhibition of sympathy. That’s what my grandfather called the judge. It’s on my resume.
Beth: Half of what they do here is keep you off balance. That’s how they gain control.
Rowdy: Finger pointing is no way to make friends.
Hart [to Cliff]: I’m sorry my wife’s MS was an inconvenience for you.
Hart: There’s more to a practice than representing corporations. We need to represent people with real problems.
Rowdy: This is your lucky chance, your break in the clouds, your four-leaf clover. The only question is, are you going to think your life…
Cliff: Sometimes I think I married myself one grade A bitch.
Cliff: Leave, before I set you on fire.