Quotes About Courtroom

week. Mr. Sheriff, would you bring in the defendant?" Nix was waiting at a side door. He nodded, opened the door, and seconds later appeared with Pete Banning, who walked in slowly, with no handcuffs, tall and erect, his face showing no concern but with his eyes on the floor. He seemed not to notice the crowd watching his every move. Pete hated neckties and wore a dark jacket over a white shirt. John Wilbanks had thought it important to wear

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McClure turned, pointed an angry finger at Hugh, and said, "This man is a cold-blooded killer who deserves the death penalty." All twelve glared at the defendant. The courtroom was still, silent. Though the first witness had yet to be called, the trial was over. Hugh absorbed the words without flinching. He was determined to look

huddled, whispering together at the railing that separated the gallery from the courtroom

Boy, you'll have a fair trial. Race, creed or color, justice will be done in my courtroom.

The word "apologetics" comes from the Greek word apologia. It referred to what defendants would do in a courtroom in response to any accusations made against them. They would try to provide a defense (an apologia) against the charges. The accused would try to literally "speak away" (apo—away, logia—speech) the accusation(s).

Christmas is a fun theme for a courtroom tale, because like that "Miracle on 34th Street", strange things have been known to happen when Christmas and the law come face to face.

Counsel's sarcasm is inappropriate.

The cameras in the Simpson courtroom not only encouraged lawyers to preen for the lens and prolong the life of every goddamned motion to increase their time on the air, it reduced a criminal trial to the status of a sporting event.

The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.

The defendant. For three weeks, everyone in this courtroom had referred to her as "the defendant." Not Casey. Not her given name, Katherine Carter. Certainly not Mrs. Hunter Raleigh III, the name she would have taken by now if everything had been different. In this room, she'd been treated as a legal term, not as a real person, a person who had loved Hunter more deeply than she'd ever thought possible.

A lawyers performance in the courtroom is responsible for about 25 percent of the outcome; the remaining 75 percent depends on the facts.

At the end of the table, the secretary was reading the decision in some case, but in such a mournful and monotonous voice, that the condemned man himself would have fallen asleep while listening to it. The judge, no doubt, would have been the first of all to do so, had he not entered into an engrossing conversation while it was going on.

Until I come up with something better, the hammer defense." "Huh?" "Classic legal strategy, Nash. If the law is on your side, hammer the law. If the facts are on your side, hammer the facts. If neither is on your side, hammer the table.

Lassiter once told him over drinks that he viewed the courtroom as a saloon in an old Western. He liked to burst through the swinging doors, knock over a poker table, pistol whip a gunfighter, toss a big lug through a window, and flip a chair into the mirror above the bar. "And that, Alex, is just when I say 'good morning.

In his dark suit, white shirt, and rep tie, he looked—and sounded—utterly professional. There was little chance he would make a mistake on direct or get tripped up on cross by a pettifogger, such as my own wily self.

As much as we prize our commitment to the individual and pay lip service to the presumption of innocence, it's the government's courthouse, the government's prosecutor, and the government's judge. Every time you go to trial, you are the Miami Dolphins playing an away game against the Patriots in a January blizzard.

You leave a little bit of yourself behind in every case," Ray Pincher said. "Not that you want to, but that the practice of law demands it." "True enough," I said. "There's a lot of me smeared on a lot of courtroom floors.

Objection! Repetitious." Socolow was on his feet. "Sustained. Mr. Lassiter, I do think you've mined this ground." "Thank you, Your Honor," I said, bowing slightly, more to loosen up my back than pay homage to the judge.