“You need some coffee, don't you?""Yes, I've only had a gallon.”

“My dad's filthy rich, and even though we're Irish Catholic I'm an only child. I've got more money than you do so I'll work for free. No charge. A free law clerk for three weeks. I'll do all the research, typing, answering the phone. I'll even carry your briefcase and make the coffee. I was afraid you'd want to be a a law partner.No I'm a woman, and I'm in the South. I know my place.”

“Good God, Keith.""Yes, I've talked to Him too and I'm still waiting on his Guidance...”

“I have a plan, one I've been plotting for years now. It is my only way out.”

“Look at me," he said, glancing down at his legs. "A wretched old man in a red monkey suit. A convicted murderer about to be gassed like an animal. And look at you. A fine young man with a beautiful education and a bright future. Where in the world did I go wrong? What happened to me?I've spent my life hating people, and look what I have to show for it. You, you don't hate anybody. And look where you're headed. We have the same blood. Why am I here?”

“Don't compromise yourself - you're all you have.”

“The coffee arrives, and we backslide into what lawyers do best---talking about other lawyers.”