Dan
Well, I happen to be the owner of five thousand acres of prime New Jersey swampland, that might interest one Jordan King.
Dan
A little birdie told me.
Dan, you heard that from Bull!
Dan
All right, a huge bald condor told me.
Dan, that information was privileged! Don't you have any scruples?
Dan
[grandly amused] You've known me for five years. You can ask me that question?
So, Dan, how did it go with Jordan King?
Dan
Ah, well, Harry... he's a tough customer, but I made sure he'll never forget the name Dan Fielding.
He took you to the cleaners, huh?
Dan
[slumps in his chair and whimpers] Yes.
How bad was it? [Dan hands him King's check] $9,000? That's pretty good for a piece of swampland. What'd you pay for it?
[Dan writes a figure on a piece of paper and passes it to Harry. Harry compares the two]
Oh, come on, Dan, so you lost a couple of bucks. One day you'll look back on this... [he stops, and compares the two papers again] ...No. Don't look back on this.
[after the staff reads Dan's death threat, a bum walks into Harry's office, reaching into his coat]
TTony
I'm looking for Fielding...
Dan
IT'S HIM, HE'S GOT A GUN!
[He dives behind Harry's couch while Christine sprays the bum in the eyes]
TTony
Ah, geez, lady, I'm a cop! [shows his badge]
You must be Detective Giuliano. I'm Judge Stone, the lump behind the couch is Dan Fielding. Of course you already met the lovely Christine Sullivan.
TTony
[still blinking off the mace] Charmed.
Well, what was I supposed to think? You have... doggie doo on your shoes.
TTony
I'm undercover, I put it there!
[Dan is hiding from his stalker disguised in a "borrowed" nun's outfit]
[not seeing his face] Sister? Sister please, I have a confession to make of a personal nature.
[Dan starts to speak up, but changes his mind.]
Dan
[high-pitched voice] Oh, well, why don't we come sit down over here, my child.
Thank you, sister. Oh, I'm ashamed to say that I have just had an impulsive carnal liaison with a man.
Dan
Whoo! Yes, well, my child, tell me, all about it.
Well, the worst part is I was weak when a friend's life was in danger.
Dan
Yes, tut-tut, now, about this liaison, um, I need details for true forgiveness.
I don't know where to start.
Dan
Were you naked?
Dan
Oh, I see, my child. Did he stick his tongue down your throat?
Dan
Did he make balloon animals out of your panties?
[pulls back the wimple and sees him] DAN! [starts whaling on him] DAN FIELDING, YOU BIG PERVERT!
[she storms away]
[Dan scorns the idea of using Madame Rochelle as a medium.]
MRMadame Rochelle
Oh, no expert, huh? Well then, how do I know that as a child, you were called "Potato Face"?
Dan
[seizes her by the shoulders] HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT? WHO TOLD YOU THAT? [lets go of her and composes himself] I have no idea what she's talking about.
SMSascha Minkoff
You remind me of my seventh husband, the Baron... rest his soul.
Dan
Oh? What happened to him?
SMSascha Minkoff
He died the way men dream of dying... making love to me.
[Dan pretends disinterest, but after a moment, he looks around, then leans over and drops his voice]
Dan
What were you doing?
[She cups a hand to his ear and whispers]
Dan
[shocked] My god, that would generate forty-eight pounds of pressure per square inch!
SMSascha Minkoff
Fifty if I stretch first. So, darling... care to try your luck?
JCJudge Casement
Who's Fielding?
Dan
I am, Your Honor.
JCJudge Casement
Get your butt up here and state your grievance. [Dan takes the stand.] Briefly, very briefly.
Dan
[stands and points at Wood] HE DID IT!
[pause]
JCJudge Casement
You may elaborate.
Dan
He comes offers me a great job. I should have suspected immediately, but he distracted me with the couch money there. He tells me his partner's son is in jail, makes him sound like an altar boy, so I decided to get him out before some biker starts calling him Baby Cakes. Well, before I find out he's a walking crime wave, it's too late. Honest.
[Dan is working at a restaurant under an assumed name.]
You're broke, aren't you?
Dan
You try being promiscuous in Manhattan on a budget.
Dan
Before you warm up the tar and feathers, you might at least pretend to listen to my side of the story.
JCJudge Casement
Are you suggesting I'm unfair?
Dan
You ignored my record as a prosecutor, and you took as character witnesses people who don't even know me.
JCJudge Casement
They were all women you slept with.
Dan
That doesn't mean we'd actually spoken.
JCJudge Casement
I'll take that into account. Anything else?
Dan
Yes. I would very much like to thank my friends for coming down here, and sticking up for me. Especially you, Roz.
Beats sitting here listening to Harry.
Dan
I would also like to thank Mr. Johnson and Mr. Wood for teaching me a very valuable lesson. You see, all of my life, I wanted to be rich and important like you. As a kid back in Louisiana, I used to wear a necktie while slopping hogs. I would pretend that the miserable beasts were reporters, all clamoring to ask me questions about my latest courtroom triumph. I would graciously answer each in turn, until my bucket was empty and my tie was covered with pig phlegm. All these years, I kept dreaming, and then suddenly, I had the opportunity to become one of you. To my own surprise, I said no. Because when I really looked at you for the first time, I realized that you're not better than the people I grew up with. You're not even any better than the pigs.
Women'll drive you screwy if you don't know how to handle them.
TTony
You've had a lot of experience, Judge?
Me? Me? Women are drawn to men in powerful positions like mine. Drawn. Yeah, if I had a dime for every woman.
Dan
You could make a phone call.
Yeah, but it'd be a long phone call.
[Christine is in labor in an stuck elevator]
I got a feeling we're getting close to showtime, sir.
Is there room for a person to lie down in there?
Dan
A full grown man, two women, and a midget with a camera. [Harry and Roz look at him] Just an estimate.
Dan
Help me.
Dan, you really got a sister?
Dan
This is true.
But you told us you were an only child.
Dan
I wanted the attention.
Gee, big age difference between the two of you.
Dan
She was kind of an accident.
Dan
No, an accident. I accidentally backed the truck into Papa as he was helping Mama unload the groceries. Nine months later, a blessed event.
Fertile land, that bayou.
Dan
What am I supposed to do? I don't even know her. I mean, she was three years old when I left home. I can't relate to her. We have nothing in common.
Dan
Oh, sure. Ma and Pa Kettle. Then what? The truth is, I'm ashamed to face her. I was a pretty lousy brother.
Oh, come on, Dan. You couldn't have been that bad.
Dan
Christine, my last words to her were, "there is no Santa Claus."
[patting his shoulder] Of course there is. Don't you listen to him.