night.
Oh, but something
terrible has happened.
You have to help me.
Um, uh um, M-M-Miss Wu,
I'm... I'm... I'm in a meeting,
uh, per... perhaps we can
discuss this in... in class.
(Monica)
Cliff...
(Karen)
Class, my ass. Give me that.
Excuse me, please.
Uh...
Uh, what is it?
Thelma's in jail
and Smooth's gone
so you gotta help us...
Give me that phone.
Hi, Cliff, it's me, Karen.
First things first,
You're gonna have to
get over here
as fast as you can
and help us out.
This is an emergency...
I've no time. Thanks.
I'm so sorry.
[Men mumbling]
Where were we?
Uh, now obviously
there is no need
to stress
the importance
of the Rousehorn endowment...
[telephone ringing]
Hello?
(Karen)
Hey, Cliff,
what's the big idea, anyway?
You know, after last night,
a person would think, well...
What, were you using us?
Uh, uh, listen, I'm in a very
important meeting right now
with the faculty of my college
including, uh, my father,
the Chancellor...
(Monica)
Cliff...
He's talking
about his father.
Shut up.
This is Monica, birthmark...
Oh. Excuse me.
[Men muttering]
[Clears throat]
Okay, now listen, I sent
Diavolo with the car...
Uh, yo,
is Cliff Skridlow here?
Cliff, what's happening?
Hey, man,
I'm double-parked outside.
Well, you'll just
have to wait.
What the hell is
going on here, anyway?
Uh, he just
got here.
Uh, I'm so... I'm so sorry
about these interruptions.
Are we still in session
or is this a coffee break?
No, we are still
in session.
We gotta go, bro.
I'm coming.
L... I'm coming.
I'll be there,
don't worry about a thing.
I'm... I'm on my way.
Vietnamese girl.
Distraught, distressed...
Uh, urgent, needs
immediate faculty counseling.
Uh, I'll be back.
[Police sirens wailing]
[Police radio chattering]
[Horns honking]
[People chattering]
"301."
"Robert. E.
Lee Davis-Jackson."
I don't wanna hear
any more about it!
Every time I turn around,
you're up here
in front of me
on a traffic violation!
And if it
happens one more time,
you're gonna be spending
your declining years
in the slammer!
Now, get out of here!
Next case.
[Sighs]
A southern tyrant.
Uh, pardon me,
are you looking for a lawyer?
Uh, no.
Well, uh, would you like to
discuss it over a drink?
I know a wonderful cozy
little bar across the street.
No, thank you, I have
business with the court.
Thanks anyway.
Hmm.
[Crunching]
[Paper rustling]
Well, excuse me.
Sir, I have a business
proposition for you.
Mmm-hmm.
Would you be willing
to, uh, part with certain
elements of your
unique wardrobe
for a cash retainer?
[Chuckles]
Does that mean
sell my clothes?
Nah.
If, uh, look, i-if there were
thoughts in that direction,
I mean, what sort of offer
are we kind of talking about?
Well, I wouldn't
want to insult you...
You can't insult me.
You see, I'm a lawyer.
Talk best price.
(judge)
I have repeatedly
warned counsel
not to provoke
the court with all this...
Is this
Department 20 and one?
[Shushing]
Step aside, lackey,
or you'll be eating my boot!
[All murmuring]
What is going on?
Exactly, your honor,
what is going on?
When a flower of the South,
a decent girl with
a beautiful good family
is arrested
on her way home from
her niece's confirmation
and booked and incarcerated
like a common
woman of the streets.
I'm talking
about Thelma Cleland!
Of the Cleland
Parish Clelands
of Bay St. Luc, Louisiana.
Excuse me!
Where our father
Colonel Judge Bryant Cleland
presides over
the Cleland County
Fifth Circuit bench.
I demand that you release
this girl right now
or you'll all taste
the business end
of a buggy whip!
Bailiff...
Yes, sir.
Get your ass
over here!
You got a case number?
Yes, I do.