VINNY: You know maybe we should spend a couple of minutes to get you know to get acquainted before we, uh…you know before we get to it. What’s wrong with you? STAN: I don’t wanna do this. VINNY: Well, I understand, but you know, but what are your alternatives? STAN: My alternatives? VINNY: Yeah. STAN: To what? To you? I dont know…Suicide. Death. VINNY: Look, it’s either me- or them. You’re gettin fucked one way or the other…Hey, relax, I’m gonna help you. STAN: Gee thanks. VINNY: Excuse me, I think a modicum of gratitude would not be out of line here. STAN: You think I should be grateful? VINNY: Yeah, it’s your ass, not mine. I think you should be grateful. I think you should be down on your fuckin knees. STAN: I didn’t know it was such an honor to get a visit from you. VINNY: I’m doing a favor, you know. You’re gettin me for nothing, you little fuck. STAN: Boy that’s one hell of an ego you got. VINNY: What the fuck is your problem? I did not come down here just to get jerked off. STAN: I’m not jerking you off. I’m not doing anything. VINNY: That’s it. You’re on your own. I’ll just take care of Sleeping Beauty.
#1 I think you should be grateful. #2 Greatful? I’m sory I didn’t know it was such a privilege to get a visit from you.
1) Do I HAVE to kill you? What if I was just to kick the ever-lovin’ shit outta ya. 2)In your dreams! 1)Oh no no no no. In reality. If I was to kick the shit out of ya… do I get the money?
1) Is your attorney here? 2) I am the attorney
1) Support? Is that what you want. I’m sorry, you were wonderful in there. The way you handled that judge..ooh you are a smooth talker you are…you are…
1)Beans got protein 2)beans make you fart 1)we’ve got a convertable
1)Dead-on-balls accurate? 2)It’s an industry term.
1)Did you say yute?
2)Yeah, two yutes.
3)What’s a yute?
4)Oh, excuse me your Honor, two youths.
1)Does the defense’s case hold water? 2)Nooooo…..the defense…..is wruuuong.
1)Here in Alabama we are famous for our mud 2) Famous for your mud? How’s your chinese food?
1)I understand you played a game of pool with Lisa for two hundred dollars, which she won. I’m here to collect.
2)How ’bout I just kick your ass.
1)Oh a counter offer. That’s what we lawyers, I’m a lawyer… we lawyers call that a counter offer. This is a tough decision you give me here. Get my ass kicked or collect two hundred dollars. I could use a good ass-kickin’, I’ll be perfectly honest with you… nah, I think I’ll just go with the two hundred.
2)Over my dead body.
1)You like to renegotiate as you go along, don’t you? Well here’s my counter offer… do I have to kill you? What if I were just to kick the ever loving shit out of you?
2)YOU kick the shit outta ME… in your dreams.
1)Oh no no… in reality. If I kick the shit out of you, do I get the money?
1)I want a wedding in church with bride’s maids and flowers.
2)Whoa. How many times did you say that spontaneous is romantic?
1)Hey, a burp is spontaneous. A burp is not romantic.
1)Look, it’s either me or them. You’re gettin’ fucked one way or the other. Heh he … Hey, relax, I’m gonna help you.
2)Gee thanks.
1)Excuse me, I think a modicum of gratitude would not be out of line here.
2)You think I should be grateful?
1)Yeah, it’s your ass, not mine. I think you should be grateful. I think you should be down on your fuckin’ knees.
2)I didn’t know it was such an honor to get a visit from you.
1)I’m doing a favor, you know. You’re gettin’ me for nothing, you little fuck.
2)That’s one hell of an ego you got.
1)What the fuck is your problem? I did not come down here just to get jerked off.
2)I’m not jerking you off. I’m not doing anything.
1)That’s it. You’re on your own. I’ll just take care of Sleeping Beauty.
1)the laws are medieval down here. you know what the minimum age for execution is in alabama? 2)what 16? 1) 10
1)We think they’re trying to set us up as patsies, Ma. You know how corrupt it is down here. They all know each other.
2)The Klan’s here. They’re inbred. They sleep with their sisters.
1)Some of them do.
1)What about these pants I got on, you think these are okay?
2)Imagine you’re a deer, you’re prancin’ along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water… BAM! A fuckin’ bullet rips off part o’ your head, your brain’s layin’ on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya, do you really give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot ya was wearin’?!
1)Will you answer the question 2) No I hate him 3) Permission to treat Ms. Veto as a hostile witness 2) You think I’m hostile now wait till you see me tonight. 1)Do you two know each other? 3)Yeah she’s my fiance 1) Well that certainly would explain the hostility
1)You stick out like a sore thumb around here 2) Me? what about you? 1) At least I’m wearing cowboy boots 2) Oh yeah! You blend!
1)You stole all his files? 2)No, he offered to have his secretary xerox all the files to GIVE to me 1)Vinny, do you know why he gave you all of the files 2)Because I finnessed him 1)no, he’s required to, by law, give you all the information before the trial. It’s called disclosure, dickhead. didn’t they teach you that in law school?
1. Do you know what’s going on here? 2. Yeah, their fucking with us, you don’t get the death penalty for shoplifting 1. So that’s what you think they are arresting us for? 2. No wait, you’re being arrested for shoplifting, I am being arrested for accessory to shoplifting 1. No, I’m being arrested for murder, you’re being arrested for accessory for murder
1. But you graduated law school six years ago… what have you been doing since? 2. Studying. For the bar. 3. That’s a lot of studying. 2. Well, to be honest with you, I didn’t pass it my first time out. 1. That’s ok, you probably passed it the second time. 2. Nope. 3. Third time’s the charm? 2. Not for me it wasn’t. For me, six times was the charm.
1. What? 2. Nothing you stickin out like a sore thumb round here. 1. Me? what about you? 2. I fit in better than you, at least I’m wearing cowboy boots. 1. Oh yeah, you blend.
1. Ya gotta let everyone now that you’re a tourist. Come on! 2. And what are you? A fuckin world traveler?
1: You know, you don’t exactly fit in around here.
2: Oh yeah, you blend.
1: I don’t like your attitude. 2. What else is new? 1. I’m holding you in contempt! 2. There’s a fuckin’ surprise!
1: When you viewed the two yoots- 2: What? What’s that word? 1: What word? 2: The two what? 1: What? 2: Did you say ‘yoot’? 1: Yeah, two yoots. 2: What is a ‘yoot’?
1: You ever heard of da Son of Sam? 2: The man who recieved orders to kill from a dog? You defended HIM? 1: No. I defended the first guy they arrested. He was found innocent and set free, and they caught the real guy.
1: You keep askin’ about Chinese food! You gotta let everybody know you’re a tourist? 2: And what are you, a fuckin’ world travela?
1: You want somethin’? 2: Breakfast? 3: Ya think?
1:When you fell, did you fall in your place, or someone else’s? 2: My place. 1: Shit!
1:Why’d they bring you here? 2:I just got in. I asked where the new guys were, and they brought me right here. He’s sleepin’, huh? Cute little guy. Hey, maybe I should start with you. Relax, relax. Maybe we should get aquainted, before we, uh… Before we get to it. What’s WRONG with you? 1:I- I don’t wanna do this. 2:Hey, I don’t blame you. If I was in your position I’d want to get this over with as quickly, and with as little pain as possible. So let’s try to make it an IN AND OUT procedure.
1We got an attorney in the family. 2Great, who? 1My cousin VINNEY!
1]I’m an out of work hairdresser. 2]How does this qualify you in the field of auto mechanics? 1]It doesn’t.
A yout??
Are we to believe that boiling water soaks into a grit faster in your kitchen than on any place on face of the earth? Well, perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove. Were these magic grits? I mean, did you buy these from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans?
Are you mocking me with that outfit?
Mocking u, no sir.
Then explain that…outfit.
Are You Really Mine.
Are you suuurrre? How can you be so suuurrre?
Are you telling me that boiling water seeps into a grit faster on your stove than any other stover in the world?HUH, Do the laws of physic not apply on your stove?HUH Was, was they Magic grits??
Are you trying to tell me that the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove? Were these magic grits?
At this rate I ain’t never gettin’ married!
BAM! A FUCKING BULLET HITS YOUR HEAD!!
Bible Belt.
Bill: Tuna. We should get tuna. Stan: Please, no more tuna. Bill: It’s got protein, we need prtein. Stan: Beans have protein. Bill: Beans make you fart. Stan: We got a covertible.
Bill: We got an attornet in the family. Stan: Great! Who? Bill: My cousin Vinney!
Bill: We should get tuna. Stan: Please no more tuna. Bill: It’s got protein, we need protein. Stan: Beans have protein. Bill: Beans make you fart. Stan: We got a convertible.
Boy. Are you mockin me?
Huh? What? No, your honor, the whole town got the flu, the whole town. It was eitha the leather jacket, which I know you hate, or it was this, this ridiculous looking thing.
Can’t make these marks without positraction.
Did you hear about the on goin cholesterol problem in the country?
Do I really have to kill you? What if I were to just beat the ever-lovin’ shit out of you? Then would I get my $200 back?
Do you mock me, son?
Don’t Look At My Shadow.
Everything he just said is bullshit.
Funny How Time Slips Away.
Holy SHIT!!! You got it, honey!! The CASE-CRACKER!!!! Me in da SHOWER!!!!!!
How ’bout I just beat the ever-loving shit out of ya?
I bet the Chinese food here is terrible!
I bet the Chinese food here is TERRIBLE.
I bet their Chinese food is terrible.
I don’t need this, Lisa, I swear I do not need this. I got a judge who’s just achin to throw me in jail, an idiot who wants to fight me for $200, slaughtered pigs, giant loud whistles, I ain’t slept in 4 days, I got no money, a dress code problem, plus a little murder case that, in the balance, holds the lives of two innocent kids, not to mention your biological clock, my career, your life, our marriage, and let’s see, what else?! Is there any more shit that we can pile on to the top of the outcome of this case?!
I don’t see no stars.
I don’t want to hear explanations.
I object to this witness being called at this time.
I shot the clerk? I shot the clerk?
Identical!
Imagine you’re a deer, and your prancing along, and you spot a brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water. BAM! A fucking bullet rips of part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ax ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?!?
Imagine you’re a deer. Ya prancin’ along, ya get thirsty, ya spot a little brooke. Ya put ya little deer lips down to the cool clear water. BAM! A fucking bullet rips off part of your head, ya brains are layin’ on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would ya give a fuck what kinda pants the son of a bitch who shot ya was wearing???
Imagine you’re a deer. You’re prancin’ through the forest, you spot a little brook, you put your deer lips down to the cool, clear water, and BAM! A bullet rips off part of your fuckin’ head! Your brains are lyin’ all over the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ax ya, would you give a shit what kind of pants the sonofabitch who shot yas was wearin’???
Imagine you’re a deer. Your rancin along, ya get thirsty, ya spot a little brook- you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water-BAM! A fuckin bullet rips of part of ya head, your brains are layin on the ground in little bloody pieces-now I ask ya…would ya give a fuck what kinda pants the son of a bitch who shot ya was wearin?
Imagine your a dea. You’re prancin along, you get thirsty, ya spot a lil’ brook, you put your lil’ deer lips down to the cool clea wata…BAM! A fuckin’ bullet rips off part of ya head. Ya brains are layin on tha ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearin’?????
Imagine your a deer, your prancin along, you spot a little brook…And BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head, your brain is layin in little bloddy pieces…Now I ask ya would ya give a fuck the kind of pants the mutha fucka who shot you was wearin?
Imagine your a deer. You’re prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook…you put your little deer lips to the cool clear water…BAM a fuckin bullet rips off part of your head, your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces, you I asks ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?
It Just Takes One.
It’s called disclosure, dickhead!
It’s either dem or me. You’re gettin’ fucked eider way!
It’s either them or me, you’re getting fucked one way or the other
Judge: I don’t like your attitude. Vinney: What else is knew? Judge: I’m holding you in contempt. Vinney: Oh, there’s a fuckin’ surprise
Just shout it out if you know the answer!
Keep It To Yourself.
l.) Lisa, I don’t need this. I swear to god, I do not need this right now, okay? I got a judge that’s just aching to throw me in jail, an idiot who wants to fight me for 200 dollars, slaughtered pigs, giant loud whistles! I ain’t slept in five days, I got no money, a dress code problem! And a case, which in the balance, holds the lives of two innocent kids! Not to mention your.. *taps foot* ..biological clock, my career, your life, our marriage! And let me see, what else can we pile on?? Is there anymore shit we can pile ontop to the outcome of this case?! Is it possible?! 2.) Maybe it was a bad time to bring it up.
Let me ax you a question…how do you get mud in da tires?
Let me see. This is a tough decision here. Get my ass kicked or collect $200. Hmm. What do you think? I could use a good ass-kickin’, I’ll be very honest with you. Hmm. Nah, I think I’ll just go with the 200.
Lisa: You’re gonna shoot a DEER? Vinney: I dunno. I suppose. I’m a man’s man. Lisa: A cute, innocent, doe-eyed little deer? Vinney: Look, Lisa, if I don’t go out there the guy’ll lose respect for me. (LISA GOES INTO THE BATHROOM) Vinney: Whaddya think of the pants I got on? OH! Lisa (COMES OUT OF THE BATHROOM): Imagine you’re a deer. You’re prancing along and you come to a brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water… BAM! A fuckin’ bullet blows off part of your head! Your brains are lyin’ on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ax ya: Wouldja give a FUCK what the guy who shot you was wearing?!?!
Mind Your Own Business.
Mona Lisa: Is there anything I can do to help?
Vinny: Yeah, you can keep bailing me out.
MONA LISA: The car that made these 2 equal length tire marks had positraction- can’t make those marks without positraction- which was not available on the 64 Buick Skylark. VINNY: And why not? What is positraction? MONA LISA: Its a limited slip differential which distributes power equally to both the right and left tires. The 64 Skylark had a regular differential, which anyone who’s been stuck in the mud in Alabama knows- you step on the gas one tire spins the other tire does nothin. VINNY: Is that it? MONA LISA: No theres more- you see when the left tire mark goes up on the curb and the right tire mark stays flat and even, well the 64 Skylark had a solild rear axle, so when the left tire would go up on the curb, the right would tilt out and ride along its edge. But that didnt happen here, the tire marks stayed flat and even- this car had an independednt rear suspension. Now, in the 60s- there were only 2 other cars made in America that had positraction and enough power to make these marks. One- was the Corvette, which could never be confused with the Buick Skylark. The other had the same body length, height, width, weight, real base and real track as the Buick Skylark, and that was the 1963 Pontiac Temptus. VINNY: And because both cars were made by GM were both cars available in metallic mint green paint? MONA LISA: They were!
Mr. Gambini, that was an intelligent, lucid arguement. Overruled.
MR. TROTTER: Ms. Vito, Whats your current profession? MONA LISA: I’m an out work hairdresser. MR. TROTTER: An out of work hairdresser? Now in what way does that qualify you as an expert in automobiles? MONA LISA: It doesn’t. MR. TROTTER: Well in what way are you qualified? MONA LISA: Well my father was a mechanic. His father was a mechanic. My mothers father was a mechanic, my 3 brothers are mechanics, 4 uncles on my fathers side… MR. TROTTER: Ms. Vito your family is obviously qualified, but uh, have you ever worked as a mechanic? MONA LISA: Yeah in my father’s garage, yeah.
Mrs. Riley, and ONLY Mrs. Riley. How many fingers am I holding up now?
Ms. Vito, does the defense’s case hold water?
No, the defense is wrong!
Are you sure?
I’m positive
How could you be so sure?
Cause there is no way these tracks were made by a 1964 Buick Skylark, these tracks were made by a 1963 Pontiac Tempest.
Uhh… Judge, could you clarify whether she is stating a fact or an opinion?
Is that you’re opinion?
It’s a fact. Would you like me to explain??
I would love to hear this.
So would I.
Well, see the car that made these 2 equal length tire marks had positraction, you can’t make those marks without positraction, which was not available on the ’64 Skylark!
Well what is positraction?
Its a limited slip differential which distributes power equally to both the right and left tires.
My Biological Clock is Ticking like this!
No self respecting southerner makes instant grits.
No Stan, I am being booked for murder and you are being booked for accessory to murder.
No, da defense is wrong!!
Now I ask you: do you give a fuck what color pants the guy who shot you was wearing?
Objection.
Oh a COUNTER offer. See that’s what we LAWYERS- I’m a lawyer- we LAWYERS call a COUNTER offer.
OH MY GOD, What a Fuckin’ Nightmare!!
Oh my God, what a fucking nightmare!
Oh yea you blend
Oh yeah, and you blend.
Oh, so now let’s say you win all of your cases, every single one. Then, when you’re done, you have to go and thank someone. Oh my god, what a fucking nightmare! What have I done?
Perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove!
Person 1: look at you, wearing a designer outfit
Person 2: yeah, well look at your cow boy boots
Person 1: everyone’s wearing them. I look good
Person 2 (stares at everyone else then at person 1 wearing leather): oh yeah, you blend.
Prosecutor: Ms. Vito, can you tell me… what would the correct ignition timing be for a 1955 Chev Bel Air, with a 327 cubic inch engine and a four barrel carburator?
Lisa: That’s a bullshit question!
Mr. Trotter: Is that because you can’t answer it?
Lisa: It’s a bullshit question — nobody could answer it!
Mr. Trotter: That’s because you don’t know the answer. Your honor, I move to disqualify Ms. Vito as an *expert* witness!
Judge: Can you answer the question?
Lisa: No! It is a trick question!
Judge: *Why* is it a trick question?
Vinny: (elbows William Gambini) Watch this!
Lisa: Because Chevy didn’t make a 327 in 1955. The 327 didn’t come out until ’62; and it wasn’t available in the Bel Air with a four-barrel carburator ’til ’64. However, in 1964, the correct ignition timing would be 4 degrees before top dead center.
Mr. Trotter: Uhh… she’s acceptable your honor.
Secretly.
Seven bushes
Sheriff: When did you shoot him? Bill: What? Sheriff: At what point did you shoot the clerk? Bill: I shot the clerk? Sheriff: Yes, when did you shoot him? Bill: I shot the clerk? Officer: Dean, we need you out here! Sheriff: I’m right in the middle of a damn confession here! (Sheriff and Deputy leave room. Bill realizes…) Bill: WHOA!!! Wait a minute!!
Stan, you’re in Ala-fuckin-bama. You come from New York. You killed a good ol’ boy. There is no way dat dis is not going to trial.
Stan, your in Ala-fucking-Bama. You killed a good ol’ boy there is no way that this ain’t goin to trial.
Stan: They don’t execute for SHOPLIFTING. Bill: You think we’re bein’ booked for shoplifting? Stan: No, YOU’RE being booked for shoplifting, I’m being booked for ACCESSORY to shoplifting. Bill: No, Stan. I’m bein’ booked for MURDER. And you’re bein’ booked for ACCESSORY to murder.
Stan: We need an attorney. A GREAT attorney. Do you know any GREAT ATTORNIES? Bill: No. I’m callin’ my mother.
Sure I heard of grits-I just never actually seen a grit before.
That’s it honey, you cracked the code!!!
Thats’s it! You did it honey! The case-cracker!
The defense is wrong!!!
There goes the quintessential Norton.
theres nothin to wory about untill theres somethin to wory about
theres nothing to wory about untill teres somthin to wory about
They’re readin’ glasses
Truth- that’s what verdict means. It’s a words that comes down from old english. And all our little ol’ anscestors.
vinny: mrs riley, how many fingers am i holding up?
judge: let the record state the prosecutor is holding up 2 fingers.
vinny: your honor, please! now mrs riley… and ONLY mrs riley, how many fingers am i holding up now???
Vinny: Mrs. Riley!..and only Mrs. Riley!!!!
VINNY: You know maybe we should spend a couple of minutes to get you know to get acquainted before we, uh…you know before we get to it. What’s wrong with you? STAN: I don’t wanna do this. VINNY: Well, I understand, but you know, but what are your alternatives? STAN: My alternatives? VINNY: Yeah. STAN: To what? To you? I dont know…Suicide. Death. VINNY: Look, it’s either me- or them. You’re gettin fucked one way or the other…Hey, relax, I’m gonna help you. STAN: Gee thanks. VINNY: Excuse me, I think a modicum of gratitude would not be out of line here. STAN: You think I should be grateful? VINNY: Yeah, it’s your ass, not mine. I think you should be grateful. I think you should be down on your fuckin knees. STAN: I didn’t know it was such an honor to get a visit from you. VINNY: I’m doing a favor, you know. You’re gettin me for nothing, you little fuck. STAN: Boy that’s one hell of an ego you got. VINNY: What the fuck is your problem? I did not come down here just to get jerked off. STAN: I’m not jerking you off. I’m not doing anything. VINNY: That’s it. You’re on your own. I’ll just take care of Sleeping Beauty.
VINNY: Your honor, this is a picture taken by my fiance outside the Sac-o-Suds. Can we agree on this? I’d like to submit this picture of the tire tracks as evidence. JUDGE: Mr. Trotter? MR. TROTTER: No objection your honor. VINNY: Ms. Vito, did you take this picture? MONA LISA: Ya know I did. VINNY: And what is this picture of? MONA LISA: Ya know what its of. VINNY: Ms. Vito, it has been argued by me, the defense, thats 2 sets of guys met up at the Sac-o-Suds at the same time driving identical metallic mint green Buick Skylark convertibles. Now can you tell us what you see in this picture, if the defense’s case holds water. MONA LISA: No! The defense is wrong! VINNY: Are you sure? MONA LISA: I’m positive. VINNY: How could you be so sure? MONA LISA: Because there is now way that these tire marks were made by a 64 Buick Skylark, these marks were made by a 1963 Pontiac Temptus. MR. TROTTER: Objection your honor. Can we clarify to the court whether the witness is stating an opinion or a fact. JUDGE: Is this your opinion? MONA LISA: Its a fact! VINNY: I find it hard to believe that this kind of information could be assetained, simply by looking at a picture! MONA LISA: Would you like me to explain? VINNY: I would LOVE to hear this! JUDGE: So would I.
Way Down South.
well now ah, ladies and gentleman of the jjjju of of of the jjju um jury um on on january ffffffffourth of this year my client did indeed enter the sack o suds co ah co ah co convienience store BUT BUT! he didnt kill anyone he he he ah, we intend to prove the the pppppprosecutions case is cercumstanial and and uhhh coincedental thank you…
What about these pants I got on? You think they’re ok???
Imagine your a deer. Your prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot little brook,you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water… BAM! A fucking bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are laying on the ground in little, bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?!?
What are you a fucking world traveler?
What do you think? Breakfast?
What is a ‘yoot’?
What you think i’ll marry you now? You can’t win a case by yourself, Your fuckin useless.
whats a yute?
You know what it’s of!
You promised we’d get married after you won your first case. Meanwhile 10 years later my niece, the daughter of my sister is getting married! My biological clock is ticking like this {tapping foot} and the way this case is going, I ain’t never gettin married!!!
You were serious about dat?
You’re fired. I want him!
You’re from New York. You’re in Ala-fucking-bama. There ain’t no way this case ain’t going to trial
you’re in ala-fuckin-bama. you come from new york. you kill the good ol’ boy. there is NO WAY this is not going to trial!
your gonna shoot a deer? a sweet innocent leaf eatin’ doe eyed little deer?
[1]I think I get the point.
[2]No, you don’t. Now you’re in contempt.
[After Trotter says his opening statement:] [Vinny]: Uh, yeah, everything that guy just said is bullshit. Uh, thank you.
[Vinny]: I got thirty fuckin’ minutes to take a shower, get a new suit, get dressed and get to the fuckin’ courthouse. [Lisa]: You fuckin’ shower, I’ll get your fuckin’ suit.
[Vinny]: I object to this witness being called at this time. We’ve been given no prior notice he’d testify. No discovery of any tests he’s conducted or reports he’s prepared. And as the court is aware, the defense is entitled to advance notice of any witness who will testify, particularly those who will give scientific evidence, so that we may properly prepare for cross-examination, as well as give the defense an opportunity to have the witness’s reports reviewed by a defense expert, who might then be in a position to contradict the veracity of his conclusions. [Judge]: Mr. Gambini? That is a lucid, well thought-out, intelligent objection. [Vinny]: Thank you. [Judge]: OVERRULED.
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