Magistrate. You are young to bandy words with one old enough to be your father!
Prisoner. My father! You my father! What an honour!
Magistrate. I do not envy him! Nor your mother!
Prisoner (excitedly). You shall not speak of my mother. My mother is sacred. She shall not be referred to in the tainted atmosphere of a Court of Justice.
[Applause.
Magistrate. This hypocrisy shall not serve you. You never loved your mother!
[Prolonged sensation.
Prisoner. Your worship, you are a liar!
[Loud cheers.
Magistrate. This to the Bench from the gutter! For you know you were found drunk and incapable in the gutter. What were you doing there?