Man: [running in from the street] Run for your lives! Someone let the gorilla out of his cage and he's attacking everyone in sight!

[Gorilla arm pulls him back out the door]

Dante Hicks: Oh, no! Caitlin!

Man: [runs back in] Except Caitlin Bree and Dan Whiffler who are having sex in a car!

Randal Graves: [Randal's opening argument to the all-black jury of NBA players] Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Dante Hicks is just like you. He lurves grape soda. He knows what it's like when the guy at the supermarket won't take your "food stamps". Or how it feels to wait all month for your "welfare check".

[waving his arms from side to side]

Randal Graves: Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! Thank you.

Judge Reinhold: Wow...

Dante Hicks: Great... now the jury hates us.

Randal Graves: Nonsense. I've got them eating out of my hand.

[a basketball hits Dante in the face]