Objection!
Mary: What's so important about this matinee jacket?
Lyle: It explains the lack of saliva on the jump suit, Mary.
Leslie: No, you're missing the point. If he can prove she's lying about the matinee jacket, she could be lying about the rest. If she's lying, she's guilty.
Lyle: It explains the lack of saliva on the jump suit, Mary.
Leslie: No, you're missing the point. If he can prove she's lying about the matinee jacket, she could be lying about the rest. If she's lying, she's guilty.
—Evil Angels, regarding the real life Lindy Chamberlain murder trial. For the record, she was telling the truth, and when the matinee jacket was found three years later it was enough to get her released in a matter of days.
(Scar approaches Simba, who is hanging for dear life on the edge of Pride Rock)
Scar: This looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Oh, yes... I remember. This is the way Mufasa looked before he died. I looked down, saw the fear in his eyes... (plants his claws into Simba's paws) And here's my little secret... (whispers) I killed Mufasa.
(Simba flashes back to the moment of his father's death and, in a furious second wind, bites Scar on the muzzle and climbs back onto the rock)
Simba: MY FATHER! YOUR OWN BROTHER! HOW COULD YOU?!
Scar: (to the pride) First, he kills Mufasa! And now, he wants to kill me?!
Simba: YOU killed him! Tell them the truth!
Scar: Don't believe his lies!
Sarabi: Scar, you told us you didn't get to the gorge in time.
Scar: That's true.
Sarabi: Then how did you see the look in Mufasa's eyes?!
(Scar gains an Oh, Crap! expression, having realized the hole in his words)
Simba: MURDERER!!
The Terminator: What's the dog's name?
John Connor: Max.
Terminator: (mimicking John's voice) Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he all right?
Janelle Voight: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
Terminator: [hangs up] Your foster parents are dead.
John Connor: Max.
Terminator: (mimicking John's voice) Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he all right?
Janelle Voight: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
Terminator: [hangs up] Your foster parents are dead.
Symbolism is not evidence, it's just a writing device. You cannot go to your local police station and explain because it was raining during a recent murder, that the murderer must be the man selling umbrellas. They will look at you funny, and probably arrest you.
