Eric: Now, were there mitigating circumstances that facilitated the perpetrator to commit any malfeasance?
Hilary: I wouldn't put it in those words, exactly.
Eric: Well, why not?
Hilary: Because I don't know what they mean. All I remember was loud music and something that smelled like cheap cologne and fried chicken.
Eric: Loud music? Loud enough to drown out the sound of my horn, Miss Banks?
Hilary: Yes.
Eric: You see, Your Honor, if my own passenger could not hear my horn then it was impossible for Will Smith to hear it. Which is why my numerous warnings went unheeded and he continued to accelerate. That, and that alone, Your Honor caused the extensive damage to my honey wagon. I mean my car, sir.