Ladies and gentlemen of this [I]supposed[/I] jury, Chef's attorney would certainly want you to believe that his client wrote "Stinky Britches" ten years ago. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself! But, ladies and gentlemen of this [I]supposed[/I] jury, I have one final thing I want you to consider. Ladies and gentlemen, [I]this[/I] is Chewbacca. Chewbacca is a Wookie from the planet Kashyyk. But Chewbacca [I]lives[/I] on the planet Endor. Now think about it; [I]that does not make sense[/I]! […] Why would a Wookiee, an eight-foot tall Wookiee, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of two-foot tall Ewoks? That does [I]not make sense![/I] But more important, you have to ask yourself: What does this have to do with this case? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It [I]does not make sense![/I] Look at me. I'm a lawyer defending a major record company, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca! Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense! And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberatin' and conjugatin' the Emancipation Proclamation, [approaches and softens] does it make sense? No! Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does [I]not make sense![/I] If Chewbacca lives on Endor, you must acquit! The defense rests.
Classic!