Runaway Jury Monologues

A juror on the inside and a woman on the outside manipulate a court trial involving a major gun manufacturer.

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.

Gentlemen, trials are too important to be left up to juries.

..the thing of it is, I don't give a shit. What's more… I never have.

Somebody add "class-clown" to Mr. Easter's ever expanding resume.

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.

"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.