"Your Majesty, I must first know what specific charges have been made."
"Item, he stinks of shrewd stupidity like his father Caliban."
"A fault that might be remedied by going to school a few thousand years more; at least there's manifest intelligence."
"Latent, you mean, don't you?"
"Mostly latent, but a good deal of it overt, liberated."
"Item, his fears are inconsistent: he's afraid of the dark but quite ready to play with matches."
"Another trait of childhood."
"Also of masturbating monkeys. Item, he talks a great deal about truth, but in the end, what he believes is what he wishes to believe."
"At that point I must draw your Majesty's attention to an essential point in the original indictment, namely the admission that this monster possesses roughly three billion heads. And three billion bodies. In that view of it, it's good law as well as necessary charity to insist that each head-and-body unit of the monster be tried separately."
"There isn't time, sir, there isn't time. Are you implying that not everyone is snotty?"