| | Heh, my favorite part of this movie has to be the part where Vinny asks Lisa how his hunting clothes look (paraphrasing):
"Imagine this... you're a deer, you're frolicking in the woods. You get a little thirsty so you go to a little brook, you put your head down for a drink of 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!
Now I ask ya: Would you give a fuck what kind of clothes the sonovabitch who shot you was wearing?"
Good pick, Bob. When I was about 13 or 14 I watched this movie over and over again. I think it may even have contributed to a short-lived ambition to become a lawyer!
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