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tickled to death at that
silly little 7 shot you use.
Christmas, with a name like yours,
you have a duty towards avoiding
such sarcastic constructions.
They don't become you.
Save them $10 words for the judge.
Ward Allen's river
and his way of life
might have gone on forever
if time and tide and the law
had not had other ideas.
And the new laws found in
Ward an implacable opponent.
Young blood doth not
obey an old decree.
cause why we were born.
Let us lose our oaths
to find ourselves,
or we will lose ourselves
to keep our oaths.
Your Honor.
Well remembered, Mr. Allen,
and, uh, nicely edited.
Thank you, sir.
But are you saying you
were born to hunt,
or saying you were
born to break the law?
I do recollect there are a few
who say you have a
natural talent for both.
I am slow of study, Your Honor,
and if there is a
law I truly broke,
I have not read it.
I may be a bit too good of a shot,
and there may be some who
try to construe that
against my character,
which efforts I generally
choose to forbear.
But when this type
of personal dispute
is deranged in such a way
this august assembly,
all I can say is, on my honor,
neither my partner
nor I have willingly
nor willfully broken a true law!
Or a law made in error.
Error?
And who is the judge of that?
Why you, sir, without question.
And, if you'll allow,
there are more than a few
who say you have a natural
talent in that regard.
Lord, help us.
Order. Order, please.
You... You expect me
to believe all this?
Mine honor is my life.
Both grow in one.
Take honor from me
and my life is done.
Richard III.
The Second, Act 1.
I stand corrected.
Nevertheless, you
are guilty as sin.
But in light of all the factors,
probation for six months...
Not again!
during which time
you'll be pure as the driven snow.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Once again, liberty plucks
justice by the nose!
All right.
They could have let
us keep our quota.
Commissioner be
eating good tonight.
Oh, there's no logic
to it, Christmas.
They expect us to
let the duck fly by
just to go and get
shot in South America.
Mr. Ward, this one right
here ain't gonna make it.
Shh.
Here! Rock!
Heel.
Christmas, um,
have the skiff at Broad
quarter past 3:
00 and...keep the bird for supper.
All right, then.
Evening, Mr. Ward.
Here!
That wasn't a hug!
I better go now.
Hey! Come on!
I'm a Yankee Doodle, why?
So I can't shoot birds out the sky
Oh! Rock!
Come on.
Good boy.
I'm certain you could
shoot as many as me
if you give up your
aversion to gloves.
I get 36.
Order was 39.
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