Trial Of The Century Transcript Reveals
By Dave Barry, Sunday, March 19, 1995
TRANSCRIPT, TRIAL OF THE CENTURY, DAY 257
BAILIFF: Hear ye, hear ye, the court is now in sess...
DEFENSE: Objection, your honor.
JUDGE: To what?
DEFENSE: Nothing, your honor. We're just warming up.
PROSECUTION: Your honor, the people would like to state that we also
have no objections at this time.
DEFENSE: Objection, your honor. Every time the defense says some-
thing, the prosecution always feels it has to say something.
PROSECUTION: The people do not.
DEFENSE: Do too.
PROSECUTION: Do not.
DEFENSE: Do too.
DEFENDANT: OK, stop, I confess! I'm guilty!
JUDGE (sternly): Order in the court! (To prosecution): Proceed.
PROSECUTION: Where were we?
JUDGE (checking his notes): You were on "Do not."
PROSECUTION: Oh, right, thanks. Do not.
DEFENSE: Your honor, the prosecution is clearly jealous of the
defense because we have a lot of marquee legal talent such as F.
Lee Bailey and the late Raymond Burr.
PROSECUTION: Objection, your honor. The people have reason to believe
that that is not really F. Lee Bailey.
(A murmer runs through the courtroom.)
JUDGE: Dammit, bailiff! I ordered the murmers removed from this
BAILIFF (drawing his gun): We'll take care of it, sir.
PROSECUTION: Your honor, if that IS F. Lee Bailey, how come he hardly
ever SAYS anything? He just sits there, day after day, not moving.
The people request permission to stick him with a pin.
JUDGE: I'll allow it.
F. LEE BAILEY: sssssssssssss
JUDGE: Let the record show that "F. Lee Bailey" is actually an inflat-
able doll wearing a $1,000 suit.
DEFENSE: Objection, your honor. That suit cost $1,500.
JUDGE WAPNER: Do you have a receipt?
DEFENSE: Objection! This judge is from a completely different TV
JUDGE: I'll sustain the objection.
DEFENSE: Which one?
JUDGE: I have no idea. Let's proceed with the expert witness.
PROSECUTION (to witness): Please state your name and the size of your
EXPERT WITNESS: My name is Dr. Pembrick A. Femur, and my advance is
PROSECUTION: And who will be playing you in the movie version?
EXPERT WITNESS: We are thinking Brad Pitt.
DEFENSE: Objection, your honor. We were thinking of Brad Pitt to
PROSECUTION: Brad Pitt? YOU? Your honor, the people request permis-
sion to laugh until little snot bubbles form in the people's nostrils.
DEFENSE (sarcastically): And we suppose the prosecution wishes to be
played by Demi Moore?
PROSECUTION: Sharon Stone.
JUDGE: I'll allow it. Proceed.
PROSECUTION: Dr. Femur, you are an expert, are you not?
EXPERT WITNESS: I am.
PROSECUTION: And do you think the people's hairstyle looks better this
way, or the way the people wore it before?
EXPERT WITNESS: This way.
JUDGE: What about my beard?
EXPERT WITNESS: With all due respect, your honor, I have seen more
impressive facial hair on a coconut.
JUDGE (angrily): Bailiff! Where is that laughter coming from?
BAILIFF: From inside a set of parentheses.
JUDGE: I'll allow it. Continue.
PROSECUTION: Dr. Femur, I am handing you Exhibit No. 2038-B. Can you
identify this item for the court?
EXPERT WITNESS (examining it): Yes. That is a DNA molecule belonging
to the defendant.
DEFENSE: Objection! We can't see the exhibit!
PROSECUTION: Of COURSE you can't, you idiot. It's a MOLECULE.
EXPERT WITNESS: Or a poppy seed. There's a 73 per cent chance either
PROSECUTION: Now Dr. Femur, can you tell the court, in your own expert
words, what "DNA" stands for?
EXPERT WITNESS: Yes.
PROSECUTION: I see. Now Dr. Femur, could you please tell the jury, as
an expert, whether the defendant could have left this DNA molecule or
poppy seed at the scene of the...
EXPERT WITNESS: Tell WHAT jury?
JUDGE: Dammit, bailiff! The jury escaped again!
(Another murmer runs through the court.)
BAILIFF: I got the murmer, your honor!
DEFENSE: Objection! The bailiff shot a reporter for The National
JUDGE: I'll allow it.
PROSECUTION: Your honor, while we're waiting for the authorities to
track the jury down, the people request your honor's permission to ask
the witness approximately 850 unbelievably redundant questions.
JUDGE: Of course.
DEFENSE: Objection, your honor. As counsel for the defendant, we
JUDGE: Hey! Where's the defendant?