Ulysses: The one thing that bothered me, the one thing that stayed in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it, that haunted me, was why. Why would Ms. Fantine lie? What was her motive for lying? If my client is innocent, she's lying, why? Was it blackmail? No. Was it jealousy? No. Yesterday I found out why. She doesn't have a motive, you know why? Because she's not lying... And ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the prosecution is not going to get that man today, no, because I'm gonna get him! My client, Bored administrator Henry T. Littlebeast, should go right to fu**ing jail! The son of a bitch is guilty!
Ulysses: That man is guilty! That man, there, our very own Littlebeast is a slime! He is cyberslime! If he's allowed to go free, then something really wrong is goin' on here!
Judge Numbers: Mr. Ulysses you are out of order!
Ulysses: You're out of order! You're out of order! The whole Bored is out of order! The BBs are out of order! That man, that sick, crazy, depraved man, stole from that woman there, and he'd like to do it again! He told me so! It's just a game! It's a game! It's "Lyrically Speaking"! "Lyrically Speaking"! Hey, Nelly, you wanna "speak lyrically"? I got an insane Bored administrator who likes to steal ideas and lists from other BBs! How does Jailhouse Rock sound, Nelly?
Lunatic Nelly: Everybody in the whole cell block, was dancin’ to the jailhouse rock!
Ulysses: [to Littlebeast] You, you sonofabitch, you! You're supposed to stand for somethin'! You're supposed to protect your fellow BBs! But instead you steal from them!
[dragged out of court by bailiffs]
Ulysses: You stole the Winter Lyrically Speaking lists! You stole them from Fantine! Hold it! Hold it! I just completed my opening statement!
