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. Fundamentally, people are suckers for the truth. And the truth is on your side, Bubba.

. I'm a prosecutor. I'm part of the business of accusing, judging and punishing. I explore the evidence of a crime and determine who is charged, who is brought to this room to be tried before his peers. I present my evidence to the jury and they deliberate upon it. They must determine what really happened. If they cannot, we will not know whether the accused deserves to be freed or should be punished. If they cannot find the truth, what is our hope of justice?

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. I don't believe in magic. But a few times in my life, I've seen things. Things I can't explain. And I've come to believe it's not so much about what you believe, it's how hard you believe it.

You do what your heart says you have to. 'Cause you don't owe anyone your life. Not even me.

Isn't it touching how a perfect murder has kept our friendship alive all these years?

Diamonds... The only thing in the world you can't resist.

- Do you really believe in the perfect murder? - Yes, absolutely. On paper, that is. And I think I could plan one better than most people. But I doubt if I could carry it out. - Why not? - Well, because in stories things usually turn out the way the author wants them to and in real life they don't... always. No, I'm afraid my murders would be something like my bridge: I'd make some stupid mistake and never realize it until I found everybody was looking at me.

We've passed on all we know. A thousand generations live in you now. But this is your fight.

He personified the American West in the days of its rowdy youth.

- Those people are trying to kill us! - I know, Dad! - This is a new experience for me. - It happens to me all the time.

This man is black. We can all see that. But can we also see as easily that which is equally true: that he is the only true hero in this room? Now, if he were white, he wouldn't be standing before this court fighting for his life. If he were white and his enslavers were British, he wouldn't be standing, so heavy the weight of the medals and honors we would bestow upon him. Songs would be written about him. The great authors of our times would fill books about him. His story would be told and retold, in our classrooms. Our children, because we would make sure of it, would know his name as well as they know Patrick Henry's. Yet, if the South is right, what are we to do with that embarrassing, annoying document, The Declaration of Independence? What of its conceits? "All men created equal," "inalienable rights," "life, liberty," and so on and so forth? What on Earth are we to do with this? 

- Aren't you gonna introduce us? - This is Willie Scott. This is Indiana Jones, a famous archaeologist. - Well I always thought that archaeologists were always funny looking men going around looking for their mommies. - Mummies.

- What is it? Is it terrorists? - These came from some place else. - What do you mean, like, Europe? - No, Robbie, not like Europe!

- Doctor Jones, we've heard a lot about you. - Have you? - Professor of Archeology, expert on the occult, and how does one say it... obtainer of rare antiquities. - That's one way of saying it.

The truth is I'm not a doctor or a lawyer. I'm not an airline pilot. I'm nothing really. I'm just a kid in love with your daughter.

- The stories are true! I swear to you! I swear on everything I adore, and now he's come back to seek his revenge. The fight isn't over for Captain James Hook. He wants you back. He knows that you'll follow Jack and Maggie to the ends of the earth and beyond. And by heaven, you must find a way. Only you can save your children. Somehow, you must go back. You must make yourself remember. - Remember what? - Peter, don't you know who you are?