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Juror #7 Quotes:

  • [Juror 8 has convinced everyone to change their votes to "not guilty" - except for Juror 3]

    Juror #7: Well, what do we do now?

    Juror #8: [to #3] You're alone.

    Juror #3: I don't care whether I'm alone or not! It's my right.

    Juror #8: [nods] It's your right.


    Juror #3: Well, what do you want? I say he's guilty.

    Juror #8: We want to hear your arguments.

    Juror #3: I *gave* you my arguments!

    Juror #8: We're not convinced. We want to hear them again. We have as much time as it takes.

    Juror #3: [another pause, seething with anger] Everything - *every single thing* that took place in that courtroom, but I mean everything - says he's guilty. What d'ya think, I'm an idiot or somethin'?

    [gets out of his seat]

    Juror #3: Why don'tcha take that stuff about the old man - the old man who *lived* there and heard *every*thing? Or this business about the knife! What, 'cause we found one exactly like it? The old man *saw* him! Right there on the stairs! What's the difference how many seconds it was? Every single thing... The knife falling through a hole in his pocket... You can't *prove* he didn't get to the door! Sure, you can take all the time, hobblin' around the room, but you can't prove it! And what about this business with the El? And the movies! There's a phony deal if I ever heard one. I betcha five thousand dollars I'd remember the movies I saw! I'm tellin' ya, every thing that's gone on has been twisted... and turned!

    [points at Juror #8]

    Juror #3: This business with the glasses? How do *you* know she didn't have 'em on? This woman testified in open court! And what about hearin' the kid yell? Huh? I'm tellin' ya, I've got all the facts here...

    Juror #3: [struggles with his notebook] Here... Ah.

    [He throws it on the table. The photo of him with his son is on top]

    Juror #3: Well, that's it - that's the whole case!

    [He turns towards the window as the other jurors stare at him; he turns back to them]

    Juror #3: Well? *Say* something!

    [No one obliges; everyone is focused on him]

    Juror #3: You lousy bunch of bleedin' 'earts... You're not goin' to intimidate me - I'm *entitled* to my opinion!

    [He sees the picture of his son on the table]

    Juror #3: Rotten kids, you work your life out...!

    [He grabs the picture and tears it to pieces. He suddenly realizes what he's doing and breaks down]

    Juror #3: ...no. Not guilty. Not guilty.

  • Juror #10: [when a new "not guilty" vote appears in a secret ballot] All right, who was it? I wanna know.

    Juror #11: Excuse me, this was a secret ballot. We all agreed on that. Now, if the gentleman wants it to remain secret...

    Juror #3: "Secret"? What do you mean, "secret"? There are no secrets in a jury room, I know who it was.

    Juror #3: [to Juror #5] Brother, you really are somethin'. you sit here vote guilty like the rest of us, then some golden-voiced preacher starts tearing your poor heart out about some underprivileged kid, just couldn't help becoming a murderer, and you change your vote. Well, if that isn't the most sickening - *why don't you drop a quarter in his collection box?*

    Juror #5: [astonished that #3 was accusing him, gets up] Oh, now just wait a minute! Listen, you can't talk to me that! Who do you think you are?

    Juror #4: Now calm down, calm down!

    Juror #5: No, now who do you think you are?

    Juror #4: It doesn't matter. He's very excitable. Just sit down...

    Juror #3: [exploding] "Excitable"? You bet I'm excitable! We're trying to put a guilty man in the chair where he belongs, and then someone starts telling us fairy tales and we're listening!

    Juror #1: Heya, c'mon now.

    Juror #3: [to Juror #5] What made you change your vote?

    Juror #9: He didn't change his vote - *I* did!

    Juror #10: [everyone stares] Ohhh, fine!

    Juror #9: Would you like me to tell ya why?

    Juror #7: No, I wouldn't like you to tell me why.

    Juror #7: Well, I'd like to make it clear anyways, if you don't mind.

    Juror #10: [impatient] Do we *have* to listen to this?

    Juror #6: [firmly] The man wants to talk.

    Juror #9: [to Juror #6] Thank you.

    Juror #9: [motions to Juror #8] This gentleman has been standing alone against us. Now, he doesn't say that the boy is *not* guilty; he just isn't *sure*. Well, it's not easy to stand alone against the ridicule of others, so he gambled for support... and I gave it to him. I respect his motives. The boy is probably guilty, but - eh, I want to hear more. Right now the vote is 10 to 2...

    [Juror #7 gets up and heads to the bathroom]

    Juror #9: Now I'm talking here! You have no right to leave this room - !

    Juror #8: [calmly stopping him] He can't hear you, and he never will. Let's sit down.

  • Juror #7: You a Yankee fan?

    Juror #5: No, Baltimore.

    Juror #7: Baltimore? That's like being hit in the head with a crowbar once a day.

  • Juror #8: According to the testimony, the boy looks guilty... maybe he is. I sat there in court for six days listening while the evidence built up. Everybody sounded so positive, you know, I... I began to get a peculiar feeling about this trial. I mean, nothing is that positive. There're a lot of questions I'd have liked to ask. I don't know, maybe they wouldn't have meant anything, but... I began to get the feeling that the defense counsel wasn't conducting a thorough enough cross-examination. I mean, he... he let too many things go by... little things that...

    Juror #10: What little things? Listen, when these fellas don't ask questions it's because they know the answers already and they figure they'll be hurt.

    Juror #8: Maybe. It's also possible for a lawyer to be just plain stupid, isn't it? I mean it's possible.

    Juror #7: You sound like you met my brother-in-law.

  • Juror #7: I don't know about the rest of 'em but I'm gettin' a little tired of this yakity-yack and back-and-forth, it's gettin' us nowhere. So I guess *I'll* have to break it up; I change my vote to "not guilty."

    Juror #3: You *what?*

    Juror #7: You heard me, I've... had enough.

    Juror #3: Whaddaya mean, you've had enough? That's no answer!

    Juror #7: Hey, listen, you just uh... take care of yourself, 'uh? You know?

    Juror #11: He's right. That's not an answer. What kind of a man are you? You have sat here and voted "guilty" with everyone else because there are some baseball tickets burning a hole in your pocket? And now you've changed your vote because you say you're sick of all the talking here?

    Juror #7: Now listen, buddy - !

    Juror #11: Who tells you that you have the right like this to play with a man's life? Don't you care...

    Juror #7: Now wait a minute! You can't talk like that to me - !

    Juror #11: I *can* talk like that to you! If you want to vote "not guilty", then do it because you are convinced the man is not guilty, not because you've "had enough". And if you think he is guilty, then vote that way! Or don't you have the guts to do what you think is right?

    Juror #7: Now listen...

    Juror #11: Guilty or not guilty?

    Juror #7: I told ya! Not guilty!

    Juror #11: Why?

    Juror #7: ...Look, I don't have tuh...

    Juror #11: You *do* have to! *Say* it! *Why?*

    Juror #7: Uhh... I don't, uh... think he's guilty!

    [Juror #11 stares back with impatient resignation, and finally returns to his seat]

  • Juror #8: I just want to talk.

    Juror #7: Well, what's there to talk about? Eleven men in here think he's guilty. No one had to think about it twice except you.

    Juror #10: I want to to ask you something: do you believe his story?

    Juror #8: I don't know whether I believe it or not - maybe I don't.

    Juror #7: So how come you vote not guilty?

    Juror #8: Well, there were eleven votes for guilty. It's not easy to raise my hand and send a boy off to die without talking about it first.

    Juror #7: Well now, who says it's easy?

    Juror #8: No one.

    Juror #7: What, just because I voted fast? I honestly think the guy's guilty. Couldn't change my mind if you talked for a hundred years.

    Juror #8: I'm not trying to change your mind. It's just that... we're talking about somebody's life here. We can't decide it in five minutes. Supposing we're wrong?

    Juror #7: Supposing we're wrong! Supposing this whole building should fall down on my head. You can suppose anything!

    Juror #8: That's right.

  • Juror #3: [as Juror 8 sets up an experiment to see if the old man could reach his front door in 15 seconds] What do you mean, *you* wanna try it? Why didn't his lawyer bring it up if it's so important?

    Juror #5: Well, maybe he just didn't think about it, huh?

    Juror #10: What do you mean didn't think of it? Do you think the man's an idiot or something? It's an obvious thing!

    Juror #5: Did *you* think of it?

    Juror #10: Listen, smart guy, it don't matter whether I thought of it. He didn't bring it up because he knew it would hurt his case. What do you think of that?

    Juror #8: Maybe he didn't bring it up because it would've meant bullying and badgering a helpless old man. You know that doesn't sit very well with a jury; most lawyers avoid it if they can.

    Juror #7: So what kind of a bum is he, then?

    Juror #8: That's what I've been asking, buddy.

  • Juror #3: [recurring line] You *what?*

    Juror #5Juror #7: You heard me.

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