At least I'm not some blue-nosed hypocrite who talks real righteous, but gets his mail in plain brown wrappers!
Listen, you, I don't have to take your kind of filth!
[pounding gavel] All right, sit down, Mr. Bloom...
What's the matter, Fish Face? The truth hurt?
Not as much as my fist!
[Bloom throws a punch at Vincent, but Bull catches his hand in mid-air, causing Bloom to gasp in pain.]
Nice catch.
[Still holding Bloom by the hand, Bull drags him up to the bench.]
You want him removed from the courtroom, Your Honor?
I don't that'll be necessary, will it, Mr. Bloom?
I just want to leave here with the same number of fingers I came in with.
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