Adam's Rib Page #8

Jurors, please rise.

Defendant rise.

Jurors, look upon the defendant.

Defendant, look upon the jurors.

How say you? Do you find the defendant

guilty or not guilty?

We find the defendant not guilty.

Hearken to your verdict

as it stands recorded.

You find the defendant

not guilty of the offense...

as charged in the indictment.

-So say you all?

-Yes, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

thank you for your efforts.

Jury dismissed. Defendant discharged.

Court is adjourned.

Please rise.

Let's get a picture.

All right.

Come on, honey. Let's go over here.

Come on, honey. Say something.

l don't want my picture taken.

-Bring her in here.

-Smile. That's it.

How about the three of you

shaking hands?

Shakin' hands. That's it. All is forgiven.

-One more picture.

-My babies!

-Get me a camera!

-Let's get these two together.

-There she is!

-My babies!

-Let's get some pictures.

-Bring the children.

Turn around, son.

Let your face love the camera.

Bring the father in.

Turn around. Bring Beryl in.

Where's Beryl?

Bring her in. Turn your face up.

Put your arms around him.

All right. Look up.

-Congratulations.

-Thanks.

Or should l say congratulations?

l wish it could've been a tie.

Stand together? Right there.

Mrs. Bonner, do you consider this

a significant verdict?

-Yes, she does.

-Can you look pleasant at her?

-Laugh it up for the camera.

-Smile!

''A small but important step in women's

march toward equality--''

From your summation.

Okay to quote you now?

-Oh, yeah.

-How about shaking hands?

-Good idea. All is forgiven.

-One more.

-That's enough.

-Put your arm around her.

-That's enough!

-That's what l call cooperation.

-l'm sorry about--

-Excuse me, please.

-Great job, Mrs. Bonner.

-Thank you.

-Well.

-Yeah.

-Did your husband help you with the case?

-Adam!

We have to get with Julie

over the quarterly tax return.

-Tomorrow all right?

-Fine.

-Want me to set it up?

-No, l'll do it.

-Thanks.

-lt's nothing.

-See you.

-Yes, l suppose so.

...question of the value

of the residuals of the piece.

You see, the question

of retaining copyright....

-l made a mistake tonight.

-So?

l should have invited

your mind to supper, too.

-What?

-Your absent mind.

l'm sorry, Kip.

-This is in order, though.

-Thanks.

Want a drink?

-He thinks l'm unreasonable.

-Who?

-Adam.

-Never mind Adam.

Just as a friend, Kip--

-Yes, you beautiful barrister, you.

-As a friend...

do you think that l'm unreasonable?

l think you're reasonable.

Yes, but do l strike you...

as overbearing?

Under-bearing.

l may be wrong about much,

about plenty, but not about this.

-Not about what?

-Marriage. What it's supposed to be.

-What makes it work or perfect.

-You're so right.

Balance, equality, mutual everything.

There's no room in marriage for what

used to be known as the ''little woman.''

She's got to be as big as the man is.

-What if he's a little man?

-Sharing.

That's what it takes to make a marriage...

keep a marriage from getting

sick of all the duties and....

-You're sure we'll hear my phone in here?

-l'm sure.

All the duties and responsibilities

and troubles.

Listen. No part of marriage...

is the exclusive province of any one sex.

Why can't he see that?

Because he's unreasonable.

And overbearing.

Sore as he was, that was wrong

to call me a ''comtetitor.''

-A what?

-A competitor?

-What a way to put it.

-He's miffed because he lost.

Don't be idiotic.

Be something, won't it?

Win the case and lose my husband.

Well, maybe it's a test.

Maybe if we weather this,

we'll be better together, and...

if we don't....

Lawyers should never marry

other lawyers.

This is called inbreeding

from which comes idiot children...

and more lawyers.

l wish he'd call me up.

You're sure that

we can hear my phone in here?

Lawyers should marry piano players

or songwriters or both.

How would you like to give me a kiss?

-What time is it?

-Wouldn't like to?

Why don't l call him up?

How would you like me to give you a kiss?

l would, but l don't know

where to call him, that's why.

You couldn't with your mouth full anyway.

-Amanda? Amanda!

-What?

You mind if l call you Mrs. Bonner?

Equality. Mutual everything.

-Or nothing.

-Mrs. Bonner, l love you.

l love lots of girls and ladies and women...

but you're the only one l know

why l love, and you know why?

-What?

-Because you live across the hall.

You're mighty attractive

in every way, Mrs. Bonner...

but l'd love anyone who lived

across the hall from me.

lt's so convenient.

ls there anything worse

than taking a girl home...

and then that long trek back alone?

-Want to trade kisses? That's equal.

-Look here.

l'm fighting my prejudices,

but it's clear that you're behaving like....

l hate to put it this way, but like a man.

You watch your language.

Was that my phone?

-Could l use your pass key?

-Sure thing.

-What would l do without you, Louie?

-You'd remember your keys.

-Don't wait. l'll bring it right down.

-Sure thing.

Just pretend, like they do on the stage.

Like Lunt and Fontanne.

You be Lunt and l'll be Fontanne.

The other way.

All right. Break it up.

Adam. Listen to me.

Don't you handle me, lady. l'm not nutty.

Not any more than the average.

You said it yourself today.

You said anyone is capable

of attack if provoked.

You bet, including me. Yes.

Don't you move, young man.

You stand as still as you can be.

-Now, Adam. Adam.

-You said that before.

You're sick. Please.

-What are you doing?

-Teaching a lesson.

Him first. Then comes yours.

Get away, Amanda.

Adam, stop.

-Get away, Amanda!

-Don't do it, Amanda.

Stop it.

You've no right.

You can't do what you're doing.

-What?

-No one has a right to....

That's all, sister.

That's all l wanted to hear.

Music to my tin ear.

Licorice.

lf there's anything l'm a sucker for,

it's licorice.

l'll never forget this!

Never!

Me neither.

l'll never forget that no matter

what you think you think...

you think the same as l think.

That l have no right, that no one

has a right to break the law!

That your client had no right.

That l'm right and you're wrong.

...worthless, corrupt, mean, rotten...

dirty, contemptible, little, petty,

gruesome, contemptible--

-You said all that before.

-What?

Go back to your wrestling match.

You think you can hit and run?

You're wrong.

l have a thing or two to say, too.

-No. Don't try me now, Pinkie.

-Don't you ''Pinkie'' me.

-What's biting you, Adam?

-You're biting me.

-How dare you!

-l can have you arrested!

Get out of here!

The manners of a great big educated ape.

You think you've humiliated me.

That's where you're wrong.

You haven't humiliated anyone with

the possible exception of yourself.

You've revealed yourself for what you are.

You couldn't bear

to be bested by a woman.

That's enough yelling

just to let the people--

lf you want to talk, go in

and we'll talk things over.

Are you joking? l'd be afraid to be

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