Juror 3 Quotes

Juror #7: Well, what do we do now?
Juror #8: You're alone.
Juror #3: I don't care whether I'm alone or not! It's my right.
Juror #8: It's your right.
Juror #3: Well, what do you want? I say he's guilty.
Juror #8: We want to hear your arguments.
Juror #3: I gave you my arguments!
Juror #8: We're not convinced. We want to hear them again. We have as much time as it takes.
Juror #3: Everything - every single thing that took place in that courtroom, but I mean everything - says he's guilty. What d'ya think, I'm an idiot or somethin'?
Juror #3: Why don'tcha take that stuff about the old man - the old man who lived there and heard every thing? Or this business about the knife! What, 'cause we found one exactly like it? The old man saw him! Right there on the stairs! What's the difference how many seconds it was? Every single thing... The knife falling through a hole in his pocket... You can't prove he didn't get to the door! Sure, you can take all the time, hobblin' around the room, but you can't prove it! And what about this business with the El? And the movies! There's a phony deal if I ever heard one. I betcha five thousand dollars I'd remember the movies I saw! I'm tellin' ya, every thing that's gone on has been twisted... and turned!
Juror #3: This business with the glasses? How do *you* know she didn't have 'em on? This woman testified in open court! And what about hearin' the kid yell? Huh? I'm tellin' ya, I've got all the facts here...
Juror #3: Here... Ah.
Juror #3: Well, that's it - that's the whole case!
Juror #3: Well? Say something!
Juror #3: You lousy bunch of bleedin' 'earts... You're not goin' to intimidate me - I'm entitled to my opinion!
Juror #3: Rotten kids, you work your life out...!
Juror #3: ...no. Not guilty. Not guilty.

Juror #8: Here's what I think happened: the old man heard the fight between the boy and his father a few hours earlier. Then, when he's lying in his bed, he heard a body hit the floor in the boy's apartment, heard the woman scream from across the street, got to his front door as fast as he could, heard somebody racing down the stairs and assumed it was the boy!
Juror #6: I think that's possible!
Juror #3: "Assumed"?
Juror #3: Brother, I've seen all kinds of dishonesty in my day, but this little display takes the cake. Y'all come in here with your hearts bleedin' all over the floor about slum kids and injustice, you listen to some fairy tales... Suddenly, you start gettin' through to some of these old ladies. Well, you're not getting through to me, I've had enough.
Juror #3: What's the matter with you guys? You all know he's guilty! He's got to burn! You're letting him slip through our fingers!
Juror #8: "Slip through our fingers"? Are you his executioner?
Juror #3: I'm one of 'em!
Juror #8: ...Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch?
Juror #3: For this kid? You bet I would!
Juror #8: I feel sorry for you. What it must feel like to want to pull the switch! Ever since you walked into this room, you've been acting like a self-appointed public avenger. You want to see this boy die because you personally want it, not because of the facts! You're a sadist!
Juror #3: I'll kill him! I'll - kill him!
Juror #8: You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you?

Juror #3: You're talkin' about a matter of seconds! Nobody can be that accurate!
Juror #8: Well, I think testimony that can put a boy into the electric chair should be that accurate.