Scene: My expansive and rich law office
Me: (shakes hands with new client) Jim, thanks for coming in.
Me: (shakes hands with new client) Jim, thanks for coming in.
Jim: Thanks for meeting with me.
Me: (gestures to plush chair) Please, have a seat.
Jim: Thanks.
Me: (walking over to in-office wet bar) Scotch?
Jim: Um, it's ten a.m.
Me: It's tea time in England, though, my friend! (pours glass full of brown liquor)
Jim: I thought lawyers having bars were something that you saw only in really bad movies or David E. Kelley productions.
Me: Normally, yes. (Downs a highball glass of Glenfidditch). Now then, I've been giving your case very serious consideration.
Jim: What's your strategy? I'm looking at some serious time here.
Me: Yes, yes, I know. The Grand Jury issued an indictment against you, but I think we have a sure-fire way to get ahead of this and beat out the jury, the judge, and the other side on this.
Jim: (Excited) Great! Let's hear it!
Me: (sitting down, steepling fingers, looking pensive) We're going to have a press conference and call the prosecutor a douchebag.
Jim: (long pause) What?
Me: (cupping hands, leaning forward) WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A PRESS CONERENCE AND CALL THE PROSECUTOR A DOUCHEBAG.
Jim: (irritated) No, I heard you, I didn't mean "what" as in I-can't-hear-you what, I meant "what" as in what-the-f*ck-are-you-thinking what.
Jim: You think this is a good plan?
Me: Define your terms.
Jim: Well, will it effect the evidence?
Me: No.
Jim: Well, will it effect the judge?
Me: No.
Jim: Well, will it effect the verdict?
Me: No.
Jim: Then how is this a good plan?
Me: I get to be on TV!
Jim: (sinks) I'm hosed.
Me: (ignoring him) More scotch?
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