The Devil's Advocate1997

Milton:
You were right about one thing, Kevin: I have been watching; couldn't help myself. Watching, waiting... holding my breath. But I'm no puppeteer, Kevin. I don't make things happen; doesn't work like that.

Kevin:
What did you do to Mary Ann?

Milton:
Free will, it's like butterfly wings – once touched, they never get off the ground. No, I only set the stage; you pull your own strings.

Kevin:
What did you do to Mary Ann? [produces and aims a pistol at Milton]

Milton:
A gun? In here?

Kevin:
Goddamn it, what did you do to my wife?!

Milton:
Well, on a scale of 1 to 10 - 10 being the most depraved act of sexual theater known to man, 1 being your average Friday night run-through at the Lomax's household - I'd say, not to be immodest, Mary Ann and I got it on at about... seven.

Kevin:
F*** you! [fires at Milton]

Milton:
Oh! Oh! Whoa! Gut me! Gut me! [more shots fired] Yes! Wow! Oh, yes! Yeah! Step it up, son! Come on, that's good! You got to hold on to that fury. Yeah, that's the last thing to go, that's the final hiding place, it's the final fig leaf.

Kevin:
Who are you?

Milton:
Who am I? Who are you? Never lost a case... why? Why do you think? 'Cause you're so f***ing good, yeah? But why?

Kevin:
Because you're my father.

Milton:
I'm a little more than that, Kevin. Awfully hot in that courtroom, wasn't it? What's the game plan, Kevin? It was a nice run, Kev; had to close out some day. Nobody wins them all.

Kevin:
What are you?

Milton:
Oh, I have so many names.

Kevin:
Satan.

Milton:
Call me Dad.