Ladies And Gentlemen Of This Supposed Jury...

Chef's attorney would certainly want you to believe that his client wrote "Stinky Britches" ten years ago. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself!

But, ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, I have one final thing I want you to consider. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Bender Bending Rodriguez. Bender is a Robot from the TV show Futurama, famous for his rants on how he wants to destroy all humans. But Bender lives and works with a bunch of humans. Now think about it; that does not make sense!

Why would a Robot, a beer-fueled, human-despising mechanical life form, want to work for the Planet Express delivery company, with a bunch of meat-filled humans? That does not make sense!

But more important, you have to ask yourself: What does this have to do with this case? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It does not make sense! Look at me. I'm a lawyer defending a major record company, and I'm talkin' about Bender! Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense!

And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberatin' and conjugatin' the Emancipation Proclamation, [approaches and softens] does it make sense? No! Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does not make sense! If Bender lives with humans, you must acquit! The defense rests.

 

hmm....
OVERRULED!

 

It's overrulled because I really don't want to read your case.

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