John Milton: So... have we been treating you well?
Kevin Lomax: Very well, thank you.
John Milton: And your wife? She had a good time?
Kevin Lomax: She sure has, it's been great. The whole thing's been great.
John Milton: That's our secret. Kill you with kindness.
Kevin Lomax: What are you?
John Milton: Oh, I have so many names.
Kevin Lomax: Satan.
John Milton: Call me Dad.
Kevin Lomax: Is this a test?
Pam: Isn't everything?
Kevin Lomax: "Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven", is that it?
John Milton: Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man's been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.
Alexander Cullen: What the fuck was that about?
John Milton: I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's skirt. I'm a surprise, Kevin. They don't see me coming: that's what you're missing.
Kevin Lomax: In the Bible you lose. We're destined to lose dad.
John Milton: Well consider the source son.
Alice Lomax: Behold I send you out as sheep amidst the wolves.
John Milton: Freedom, baby... is never having to say you're sorry.
John Milton: Are we negotiating?
Kevin Lomax: Always.
John Milton: Who, in their right mind Kevin, could possibly deny the twentieth century was entirely mine.
Mary Ann Lomax: I told Kevin, the only thing worse than not having a father was having mine.
John Milton: I can relate.
Mrs. Jackie Heath: Look, you've got three choices - the Holy Trinity: you can work, you can play, or you can breed.
Mary Ann Lomax: Say I can handle it.
Kevin Lomax: You can handle it.
Mary Ann Lomax: Say something nice.
Kevin Lomax: Something nice.
John Milton: Lawyers are the devil's ministry.
Kevin Lomax: Walter, as your lawyer I'm advising you to stay the fuck away from me.
John Milton: Law is the ultimate backstage pass. There are now more students in law schools than lawyers walking the streets.
Kevin Lomax: What about love?
John Milton: Overrated. Biochemically no different than eating large quantities of chocolate.
John Milton: A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
John Milton: Free will. It's like butterfly wings: once touched, they never get off the ground. No, I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.
Answer: Yes. Kevin realises this when he finds out the secretary is lying about sleeping with her boss. He even considers dropping the case, knowing he was defending a murderer.
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