The Brief

Cleo Steyn:
Can we bury the hatchet?

Henry Farmer:
What hatchet? Just a piece of creative tension.

Maureen Tyler:
I love this place! Where else would I have such a lawyer?

Henry Farmer:
[as they walk out of court] I can't buy you a drink because I don't have any money.

Cleo Steyn:
[laughs as she lost the case to him] Oh, it's on me.

Henry Farmer:
Never let it be said you're a sore loser.

Reverend Corderey:
Since when are lawyers taking the moral high ground?

Henry Farmer:
When the cHurch began confusing morals and ethics.

Paul Bracewell:
I'm at the dawn of a career. I can take advice.

Ray Scanlon:
Vicar... Corderoy... nabbed in Soho in Soho for flashin' his todger. What you might call an open and shut case.

Jack:
[to Farmer] Henry, two things you should not do - bet and prosecute.

Clerk of the Court:
So sorry. No physical contact with the children. You put your hand on her shoulder.

Henry Farmer:
And you pick your nose.

Gillespie:
Have you had any treatment for your gambling problem?

Henry Farmer:
It's not a problem, Dad. It's a solution.

Alice Rae:
[to her father] A moment on the tongue; forever on the mind.

Cleo Steyn:
An experienced divorce lawyer is like a good therapist.

Peter Brighton:
So, are we going to put our angel in the box, Henry?

Henry Farmer:
I'm not offering her up as a snack for you, Peter.

Henry Farmer:
[to Cleo] Are you auditioning for the Wicked Witch of the West?

Peter Brighton:
I'm not sure the defendent's quite as sweet as she makes out.

Henry Farmer:
Neither are you, Peter.

Peter Brighton:
Hmmmm...

Henry Farmer:
[to Symons as his father drunkenly staggers away] If people knew half what we know about judges, there'd be a revolution.

Millie:
[Referring to their client] I'm glad you're not letting her go in the box.

Henry Farmer:
Juries and outbursts don't mix.

Cecil Greenaway:
Intercourse with two men does not mean she was raped.

Amena Laing:
Try telling that to the tabloids.

Henry Farmer:
Don't trust the courts, Jack. Lawyers work there.

Henry Farmer:
I don't cut corners... or throats.

Gillespie:
You never ring me.

Henry Farmer:
I always rather enjoyed our relationship as estranged father and son.

Gillespie:
You need a woman to sort you out. Your life's a shambles. You can't be a decent barrister and live like a gypsy.

Henry Farmer:
Well, maybe I should take up fortune-telling then.

Paul Bracewell:
A very wise man once said walking into a rape trial is a bit like walking into the freezer.

Maureen Tyler:
[to Henry as he pulls up tardy to the funeral] Mr. Griffiths said you'd be late for your own funeral, so he won't mind you being late for his.

Henry Farmer:
[to Ray Scanlon] Be nice to the ex-pupils or I'll cut your balls off!

Henry Farmer:
I told you about that letter in confidence.

Cleo Steyn:
I thik that letter constitutes a thret, don't you? You may be tempted to cut corners... after all, you've had so litle time.

Henry Farmer:
I cut corners... not throats.

Henry Farmer:
ThiS guilty plea is crap, isn't it?

Henry Farmer:
Doctors drink; barristers gamble.