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Taylor: Which reminds me, to remind you that we've got a 3-D ultrasound tomorrow at 2:30 sharp.
Matt: You know, in 3-D, I'm gonna be able to tell the gender.
Taylor: We agreed to wait. And besides, whatever it has, it's gonna be about a millimeter big.
Matt: Not if it takes after its daddy.
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Maggie: Look, bottom line--I'll show you those files over my dead body or when a judge orders me to, whichever comes first.
Eli: Then let's go see the judge, and we'll table the dead thing for later.
Maggie: Lets.
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Judge Phelps: If Mr. Stone does work for God, I'm not going to chance damnation by disqualifying him.
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Eli: You were brilliant.
Taylor: Thank you.
Eli: You totally supported the emerging theory that if I sleep with someone, it endows them with superior courtroom skills.
Taylor: I think I'm beginning to understand the problem you have with women.
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Maggie: You're here under subpoena, aren't you, Ms. Bates?
Jesse Bates: Yes, I enjoyed the sheriff's visit to my home very much, thank you.
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Paul: Dowd, a word. Actually, it's, uh, two words--never again. You know what I'm referring to?
Matt: I'm pretty sure I've got an idea.
Paul: You're lucky they turned down that offer. And you're lucky our client won. Now I don't see you getting lucky three times in a row. Do you?
Matt: You're a bit over your word limit there.