Quote from Dick in Eleven Angry Men and One Dick
Dick: So what did this Chris foster do? Irving: Telemarketing fraud. Dick: Well, how will they prove- Irving: Shh! We're not supposed to talk. Dick: [inner monologue] Chris Foster, snake oil salesman with the salad oil hair, an Armani-clad, private-jet-piloting huckster who gets his kicks flying mom and pop into the poorhouse. Well, fasten your seat belt, Foster, I'm bringing you down. Deplane. It's judgment day. Judge: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and the defendant will rise. Dick: [inner monologue] That's right. Show your ugly face, you fiend. Foster: Your honor. Dick: Oh, my God! It's that nice man from the vending machine.