Liar Liar1997

Fletcher:
Mr. Falk, do you know my client, Samantha Cole?

Kenneth:
Yes.

Fletcher:
Isn't it true that your relationship with my client is entirely platonic? [to the judge] I object, your Honor!

Judge:
To yourself?

Fletcher:
Yeah. But I would like to rephrase the question. [to the witness] Mr. Falk, would I be accurate, if I described your relationship with Mrs. Cole as totally professional? [to the judge] I object, your Honor, and I move to strike!

Judge:
Mr. Reede, I don't know what you're on, but you better get to the point, and quick.

Fletcher:
Thank you, sir. [to the witness] Is your relationship with my client entirely platonic? NOT! Is not your relationship with my client-- Boink! Bad baby! Bad baby! Did you never not make looooooo-- Did you... [wheezes]

Judge:
Mr. Reede!

Fletcher:
You had sex with her every time you met, didn't ya?! DIDN'T YOU?! LIAR!

Dana:
He's badgering the witness!

Judge:
It's his witness.

Fletcher:
You slammed her! You dunked her donut! You gave her dog a Snausage! YOU STUFFED HER LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY!

[Fletcher gobbles like a turkey while shoving himself against the witness stand]

Kenneth:
All right! All right! It's true, okay?! I humped her brains out! There! Now ya happy?!

[silence]

Fletcher:
No further questions.