Fracture Quotes

Ted Crawford: You know, my grandfather was an egg farmer.
Willy Beachum: This isn't going to be about your, uh, "rough childhood," is it?
Ted Crawford: No, I used to candle eggs at his farm. Do you know what that is? You hold an egg up to the light of a candle and you look for imperfections. The first time I did it he told me to put

all the eggs that were cracked or flawed into a bucket for the bakery. And he came back an hour later, and there were 300 eggs in the bakery bucket. He asked me what the hell I was doing. I found a flaw in every single one of them - you know, thin places in the shell; fine, hairline cracks. You look closely enough, you'll find that everything has a weak spot where it can break, sooner or later.

Willy Beachum: You looking for mine?
Ted Crawford: I've already found yours.
Willy Beachum: What is it?
Ted Crawford: You're a winner, Willy.
Willy Beachum: Yeah.
[chuckles nervously]
Willy Beachum: Well, I guess the joke's on me then, isn't it?

Ted Crawford: [grinning] You bet your ass, old sport.

Willy Beachum: Did Mr. Crawford seem confused, intoxicated, or impaired in any way?
Lt. Robert Nunally: No, not at all. He knew exactly what was going on.
Willy Beachum: Detective Nunally, what did Mr. Crawford say?
Lt. Robert Nunally: He said: 'It was like I just suddenly snapped. I got the gun and I shot my

wife. I shot her in the head'
Ted Crawford: [whispering into the air with his head leaned back] Objection.
Judge Robinson: I'm sorry, Mr. Crawford, did you say something?
Ted Crawford: Yes, I wish to object.
Judge Robinson: On what grounds?
Ted Crawford: [getting up] I don't

know...
Willy Beachum: Your honor...
Ted Crawford: Um, I don't know what, uh, you'd call it, but, uh, they... It wasn't the first time it happened either... but, um. I, um, I don't know the, uh, legal terminology.
Judge Robinson: Well, why don't you try to explain it in layman's terms.
Ted Crawford:

Um... fucking the victim.
Ted Crawford: [following uproar in court] Well, you said layman's terms!
Willy Beachum: Your honor!
Ted Crawford: I'm sorry, your honor, but what would you call it, legally, when the officer who arrested you was having sexual intercourse with your wife? You know, I think it's objectionable. It's

rather disgusting is what I think, but uh... I dunno; maybe I'm wrong!"

Ted Crawford: My dick, my private investigator. I call him Dick. Perhaps I should call him as a rebuttal witness, because since the tragedy, um, he's dug up hotel records and witnesses that confirm that my wife and Mr Nunally were having an affair. My dick is good.
Willy Beachum: Your Honour, so what if he was?
Judge Robinson: Mr

Beachum.
Willy Beachum: Even if he was...
Judge Robinson: Your witness was intimate with the victim and assaulted the defendant during the arrest.
Ted Crawford: Actually, while trying to obtain my so-called confession.
Judge Robinson: Yes.
Willy Beachum: Oh, come on.

Ted Crawford: Is that a legal argument, "Oh, come on"?
Willy Beachum: Don't make me come across this table cos I will...
Ted Crawford: I just want...
Willy Beachum: Your Honour, he dictated and signed his confession at the station long after the incident, all right?
Ted Crawford: In

fear for my life, since my wife's lover who had just beaten me, was in the room with his friends, and the other officers.
Judge Robinson: Was Detective Nunally present during Mr Crawford's interrogation?
Willy Beachum: Uh... he... he... he may have been, I don't know.
Judge Robinson: Because if that is indeed the case, the

confessions, both of them, are out. If Nunally was there, Mr Crawford was under duress. The confessions and any evidence gathered while Mr Nunally was present will all have to be excluded as "fruit of the poisonous tree."
Willy Beachum: This... This is insane.
Ted Crawford: That's the Bible, isn't it? The fruit of the tree and all that? It's Matthew.

Or is it Mark?
Willy Beachum: He set all this up. This is a setup.
Judge Robinson: I'm sorry, Mr Beachum, but I am not going to allow coerced confessions in my courtroom.
Ted Crawford: Your Honour, do you think I could go home now, with Thanksgiving around the corner?
Willy Beachum: Unbelievable.

Judge Robinson: Don't push it, Mr Crawford.
Judge Robinson: What I want to do is I'm going to give Mr Beachum a few days to come up with some new evidence, and if he can't then maybe you can go home. So we will reconvene on Monday morning. I think that's all.
Ted Crawford: Thank you, Your Honour.