Sally: [English accent] Oh, he's guilty? Guilty of not being able to buy justice with some high-priced lawyer.
Dick: Actually, he has a high-priced lawyer. He made a nice fortune swindling people.
Don: So he is guilty.
Dick: Well, maybe he is, but why do I have to be the one who sends him away? I'm the final batter, juror number four. It's the bottom of the ninth inning. The count is eleven and one. Foster's in the penalty box waiting for the two-minute warning. But who's gonna blow the whistle on him? Not the umpire! Me!
Don: Don't watch a lot of baseball, do you, Dick?
Sally: What a load of cobblers.