My Cousin Vinnie,about all I know about Grits
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Gambini: Well how much time was they in the store?
Tipton: Five minutes.
Gambini: Five minutes? Are you sure? Did you look at your watch?
Tipton: No.
Gambini: Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry, you testified earlier that the boys went into the store and you had just begun to make breakfast. You were just ready to eat. You heard a gun shot. That's right, I'm sorry. So obviously it takes you five minutes to make breakfast.
Tipton: That's right.
Gambini: Right, so you knew that. Uh, do you remember what you had?
Tipton: Eggs and grits.
Gambini: Eggs and grits. I like grits too. How do you cook your grits? You like 'em regular, creamy, or al dente?
Tipton: Just regular, I guess.
Gambini: Regular. Instant grits?
Tipton: No self-respecting southerner uses instant grits. I take pride in my grits.
Gambini: So, Mr. Tipton, how could it take you five minutes to cook your grits, when it takes the entire grit-eating world 20 minutes.
Tipton: I don't know. I'm a fast cook, I guess.
Gambini: I'm sorry, I was all the way over here. I couldn't hear you. Did you say you're a fast cook? That's it?! Are we to believe that boiling waters soaks into a grit faster in your kitchen than on any place on the face of the earth?!
Tipton: I don't know.
Gambini: Well perhaps the laws of physics cease to exist on your stove! Were these magic grits? I mean, did you buy them from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans?!
D.A. Trotter: Objection, Your Honor!
Judge Haller: Objection sustained.
Gambini: Are you sure about that five minutes?
Tipton: I don't know.
Judge Haller: Mr. Tipton you can ignore the question.
Gambini: Are you sure about that five minutes?
Tipton: I don't know.
Judge Haller: Mr. Gambini, I think you've made your point.
Gambini: Are you sure about that five minutes?!!
Tipton: I may have been mistaken.
Gambini: I got no more use for this guy.
Rothenstein: [to his counsel] You're fired.