Fletcher: Greta, please! I'm on my knees in a $900 suit.
Miranda: That was incredible. Was it good for you?
Fletcher: I've had better.
Judge Stevens: Mr. Reede, one more word out of you, and I will hold you in contempt!
Fletcher: I hold *myself* in contempt! Why should you be any different?
Judge Stevens: It is only out of sheer morbid curiosity that I am allowing this freak show to continue.
Judge Stevens: How are we this morning, Counselor?
Dana: Fine, thank you.
Judge Stevens: And how about you, Mr. Reede?
Fletcher: I'm a little upset about a bad sexual episode I had last night.
Judge Stevens: Well, you're young. It'll happen more and more. In the meantime, what do you say we get down to business?
Max Reede: I wish, for just one day, Dad couldn't tell a lie.