Boston Legal

Neverjetni so tile Boston Legal. Nasmejejo me do solz in danes so me spravili dobesedno v solze.

Alan
He leans over the table to compose himself. He goes to his chair, closes his binder and chuckles derisively. To Jeremy Hollis softly: I'm sorry. He takes a moment to compose himself.
My best friend has Alzheimer's. In the very early stages, it hasn't… He is a grand lover of life, and will be for some time. I believe even when his mind starts to really go he'll still fish, he'll laugh, and love. And as it progresses he'll still wanna live because there'll be value for him in a friendship, in a cigar. The truth is, I don't think he'll ever come to me and say, "This is the day I want to die." But the day is coming. And he won't know it. This is perhaps the most insidious thing about Alzheimer's. But you see, he trusts me to know when that day has arrived. He trusts me to safeguard his dignity, his legacy and self-respect. He trusts me to prevent his end from becoming a mindless piece of mush. And I will. It will be an unbearably painful thing for me but I will do it because I love him. I will end his suffering. Because it's the only decent, humane, and loving thing a person can do. Ms. Schmidt is here today because she loves her father. She's asking you to show mercy that the law refuses to.



Alan and Denny are on the balcony with cigars and scotch.
Denny Crane: Where is she now?
Alan Shore: Carl's with her.
Denny Crane: I saw my future, Alan, when I went to see him. I saw what lies ahead for me.
Alan Shore: That's not what lies ahead for you. Like the doctor said, you smoke, you drink, you play with loaded firearms. You'll go before the Mad Cow can get you.
Denny Crane: I was in the courtroom today, I heard your closing.
A beat. A long beat. 


Alan Shore: Oh.
Denny Crane: When the day comes, if it comes, we should go to Oregon where it's legal. They got some great steelhead runs in Oregon. We could fish the mighty Rogue. It's only fitting. I mean, Iam the mighty Rogue when you think about it.
Alan Shore: Yes, you are.
Denny Crane: What a way to check out. Scotch in one hand, a steelhead in the other. And in your hands… would be me. If I could make that deal with God I'd do so right now.
Alan Shore: That's only because if you could delay death until you were finally able to catch a steelhead you'd outlive us all. I'm sorry, but you're a lousy fisherman. It needed to be said.
Denny Crane: I know what you're doing! You're trying to change the subject.
Alan Shore: Denny, if you were in that courtroom, you saw how difficult it was for me to think of you dying. I'd just like to enjoy my scotch and not have to think of it now. So just sit there with your cigar, if you don't mind, and blow smoke. It's what you're best at.
Denny Crane: Fine.
Alan Shore: He chuckles. Fine.
Denny Crane: You don't have to be so huffy about it.
Alan Shore: I had a day.
A beat.


Denny Crane: Sleepover?
Alan Shore: Fine.
Denny reaches his hand over, palm up, Alan places his hand in Denny's.

Ko bo, če bo takšen, prišel moj dan, si srčno želim da bi imel takšnega prijatelja kot je Alan.