Judge: Having found sufficient evidence the accused removed, or caused to be removed, lighting from his apartment building's common stairwell. This action resulted in a female client, aged 62, sustaining fatal injuries as a result of a fall. It is now my duty to pronounce sentence. You are to apprehend the condemned as instructed and having transported him to the place designated, to amputate his right leg below the knee.
Bardale: I got it written down from earlier, Judge. I like the foot. I mean it's like the son of a bitch, he kicked that old lady down the stairs, practically.
Judge: The prisoner shall be conscious prior to the amputation. You shall make him aware of the court's sentence.
Bardale: I'll rub it in good.
Judge: The hood may seem superfluous to you, Mr. Bardale, but I pronounce formal sentence to honor what we do and to set it apart from frying bacon or passing gas.
Bardale: Oh, I respect that, Judge. Only, the two of us here, it seems a little like law court, you know?
Judge: Mine is not a court of law, Mr. Bardale. It is a court of justice. We cannot address every case. Our scope is not broad like the common law courts. It is narrower. Deeper. More pure. Our judgment final.
Bardale: I'd better get going. You're doing the right thing like this. Feels good. I'm real grateful, Judge.