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(Allison knocks on the door of Devalos' new office) Devalos: (opens the door) No, no, no, no, this won't do. Allison: What won't do? Devalos: We have a problem - you're better dressed than I am. Allison: If you don't open that door I'm going to kick it down. Devalos: You've been warned.

Larry: (to Allison) After our client is declared innocent, you wanna be a Girl Scout and go tell someone about his daughter go ahead. But for now, take his money and pay your bills.

Allison: We have to tell someone! Larry: Tell 'em what? I mean no disrespect. Where did you get this? Fortune cookie? Burning bush?

Allison: Now, what was your thing? Joe: Ah no, that's not fair, I can't possibly follow your dilemma. Allison: What are you talking about? Joe: You've got this like, seven-course meal of a moral quandary going on. I got this little fast-food burger of a problem.

Allison: Thank you for feeding everybody and bathing everybody. Joe: They're my kids too, you know.

Larry: The guy is paying you good money and he is innocent. This is as close as you get to a straight flush in the defense attorney business.

Bridgette: I never actually had a sloppy joe before, except I really like them. This kid named Brett told me the sandwich was actually made out of the guts of some guy named "Joe" who was really sloppy, but I don't believe that. Do you believe that, Mom? Allison and Joe: (in unison) I really need to speak with you. Allison: (a bit later, inside the house) You first. Joe: No, you first.

Joe: I just think it's funny that you not only want to get paid, but you wanna be on the side of right as well. Allison: Doesn't everybody? Joe: Honestly, not everyone has that luxury. Allison: Well, right now, I do, so please, stop raining on my parade. Joe: Yes, ma'am. All rain will hereby promptly cease and desist. Allison: Well, it'd better. Are you laughing?

Allison: Larry Watt for the defense. Larry: It's okay, Mrs. Dubois. I'm not goinna bite. It's been a long time. Allison: I recognized your pitchfork.