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Here it is!
Did you guys sign it?
Did you sign the card?
And five and four and--
Hey, girls, sign!
All right! Here you go!
- Elle's gonna love it! - Thanks.
You go, girl!
Hi, girls! Here, sign!
There she is.
I love that restaurant!
I heard Madonna went into labor there.
Oh, gosh! I have to go shopping!
I'll see you tonight. Bye.
Bruiser, what's this?
"Good luck tonight. Elle and Warner forever."
Oh, that's so cute.
Oh, my gosh! You guys are so sweet!
But I'm not positive it'll happen tonight.
Hello! He just had lunch with his grandmother.
You know he got the rock.
Why else would she have flown in from Newport?
It's not like she'd Fed Ex a six-carat diamond.
Do you really think?
I can't believe you're getting engaged!
Oh, my gosh...
you guys have to help me pick out the perfect outfit.
I think you should go with the red.
It's the color of confidence.
I don't understand why you're disregarding...
your signature color.
He's proposing. I can't look like I would on any other date.
This is the date-- the night I'll always remember.
I want to look special.
But not like I expect anything.
There's nothing I love more...
than a dumb blonde with daddy's plastic.
Did you see this one? We just got it in yesterday.
Is this low-viscosity rayon?
Yes. Of course.
With a half-loop top-stitching on the hem?
Absolutely. It's one of a kind.
It's impossible to use a half-loop top-stitching...
on low-viscosity rayon. It would snag the fabric.
And you didn't just get it in.
I saw it in the June Vogue a year ago.
So if you're trying to sell it for full price...
you picked the wrong girl.
Girls, this is it.
In a few hours...
I'll be the future Mrs. Warner Huntington III.
Wow. You look so beautiful.
So do you.
Let's get out of here.
Must be strange having such perfect eyes.
God, you're so wonderful. Elle, thank you.
Here's to us.
One of the reasons I wanted to come here tonight...
was to discuss our future.
And I am fully amenable to that discussion.
Good. You know how we've been having...
all kinds of fun lately?
Well, Harvard is gonna be different.
Law school is a completely different world...
and I need to be serious.
My family expects a lot from me.
- Right. - I expect a lot from me.
I plan on running for office someday.
I fully support that. You know that.
Absolutely. But the thing is...
if I'm going to be a senator by the time I'm thirty...
I need to stop dicking around.
Warner, I completely agree.
That's why I think it's time for us...
Elle, pooh bear...
- I do. - I think we should break up.
I've been thinking, and it's the right thing to do.
You're breaking up with me?
I thought you were proposing.
Elle, if I'm going to be a senator...
I need to marry a Jackie, not a Marilyn.
You're breaking up with me because I'm too blonde?
No. That's not entirely true.
Then what? My boobs are too big?
Elle, your boobs are fine.
So when you said that you would always love me...
you were just dicking around?
Elle, I do love you.
I just can't marry you.
You have no idea of the pressure that I am under.
My family has five generations of senators.
My brother's in the top three at Yale Law.
He just got engaged to a Vanderbilt,for Christ's sake.
It's not like I have a choice here, sweetheart!
You get the car, I'll get the check.
I won't be having the salad.
Let me take you home.
Elle, believe me. I never expected to do this...
but I think it's the right thing.
How can it be the right thing when we're not together?
I have to think of my future...
and what my family expects of me.
So you're breaking up with me...
because you're afraid your family won't like me?
Everybody likes me.
East Coast people are different.
Because I'm not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I'm white trash?
I grew up in Bel Air!
Across the street from Aaron Spelling!
Most people would agree that's a lot better...
than some stinky old Vanderbilt!
I told you. I need someone serious.
But I'm seriously in love with you.
Isn't that enough?
Pooh bear, just get in the car.
You'll ruin your shoes.
Elle, it's Amy.
I'm having trouble with this whole lip-liner thing.
- Sweetie, didn't you hear? - Hear what?
It's terrible. He dumped her.
Because you're not gonna remember anything after tonight.
Oh, you're wrong.
I will remember, no matter what.
And I'm never gonna lose you again.
You're a part of me.
I love you.
Honey, you have to leave this room.
It's been, like, a week.
- So? - Drink this.
What always makes us feel better...
no matter what?
She had eight grilled cheese sandwiches.
She stuffed them in her mouth all at once.
It was so sad.
We thought she'd be the first to walk down the aisle...
and now she's totally adrift.
She hasn't conditioned her hair in a week.
Maybe she's going for the grunge look.
And her nails are full-on chipped.
So trailer park.
Oh, my God! Do you know who this is?
- That's Warner's older brother! - Who?
"Third year Yale Law student Putnam Bowes Huntington III...
"and his fiancee Layne Walker Vanderbilt...
"first year Yale Law."
This is the type of girl that Warner wants to marry!
This is what I need to become to be serious!
What? Practically deformed?
No. A law student.
It's a perfectly respectable place, daddy.
Honey, you were first runner up...
at the Miss Hawaiian Tropics contest.
Why are you gonna throw that all away?
Going to Harvard is the only way...
I'll get the love of my life back.
Sweetheart, you don't need law school.
Law school is for people...
who are boring and ugly and serious.
And you, Button, are none of those things.
Harvard Law School?
But that's a top three school.
Oh, I have a . .
Yes, but your major is fashion merchandising.
Harvard won't be impressed that you aced History of Polka Dots.
What are your back-ups?
I don't need back-ups. I'm going to Harvard.
Well, then, you'll need...
excellent recommendations from your professors.
And a heck of an admissions essay.
And at least a on your LSATs.
I once had to judge a tighty-whitey contest...
for Lambda Kappa Pi.
Trust me, I can handle anything.
Because I have a metrabolism--
- I have a really high metrab-- - It's metabol...
Oh, my God.
What are you doing?
Reading about the LSATs.
My cousin had that.
Apparently, you get a really bad rash on your...
The LSATs are an exam.
Girls, I'm going to Harvard!
- You mean like on vay-kay? - Let's all go!
No. I'm going to Harvard Law School.
Elle, now, I know you're upset about all this...
but can't you just take a Percoset?
Once Warner sees me as a serious law student...
he'll totally want me back.
It's a completely brilliant plan!
But isn't it hard to get into law school?
I had the highest GPA in Delta Nu.
Oh, well. Here, you're gonna need this.
My lucky scrunchy. It helped me pass Spanish.
You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Montoya...
a lap dance after the final.
My name is Elle Woods, and for my admissions essay...
I'm gonna tell all of you at Harvard...
why I'm gonna make an amazing lawyer.
As president of my sorority...
I'm skilled at commanding the attention of a room...
and discussing very important issues.
It has come to my attention that the maintenance staff...
is switching our toilet paper from Charmin...
All those opposed to chafing please say "aye."
A--neither type of opera...
or neither type of rap is on sale.
B--neither type of jazz...
and neither type of opera is on sale.
C--neither type of opera and neither type of soul--
Party! Delta Nu, we love you!
I'm able to recall hundreds of important details...
at the drop of a hat.
Hey, Elle, do you know what happened...
on Days of Our Lives yesterday?
Why, yes, Margot, I do.
Once again, we join Hope in the search for her identity.
As you know, she's been brainwashed by the evil Stefano.
Get set and go!
I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life.
- What? - It's here!
The LSAT scores! It's here!
Open the scores!
What's the score?
- This is so exciting. - Tell us!
What is it?
And that's why you should vote for me...
Elle Woods,future lawyer for the class of .
She does have a . from CULA...
and she got a on her LSATs.
A fashion major?
Well, sir, we've never had one before...
and aren't we always looking for diversity?
Her list of extracurricular activities is impressive.
She was in a Ricky Martin video.
Clearly, she's interested in music.
She also designed a line of faux fur panties...
for her sorority's charity project.
She's a friend to the animals as well as a philanthropist.
welcome to Harvard.
Bruiser, it's so exciting! Look! Harvard!
Are you excited?
This is our new house for the next three years.
Are you thirsty?
Let's get you some water.
Sweetheart, you just look parched.
Hey, Brad, check out Malibu Barbie!
Where's the beach, honey?
Here you go.
Good boy. Warner's gonna be so excited to see you.
Guys, this way.
- This ain't L.A.! - Come on, Bruiser.
Check her out. Look at the way she walks.
It's gonna be so exciting.
Now, don't be scared. Everyone will love you.
Hi. Woods, comma, Elle.
Class schedule, map, book list.
Wait a second. My social events calendar is missing.
Social events-- you know, mixers,formals...
clambakes, trips to the Cape.
Has Warner Huntington III checked in yet?
Maybe you should check with the cruise director...
on the Lido deck.
Welcome to law school.
This is the part where we go around in a circle...
and everyone says a little bit about themselves.
Let's start with you.
My name is David Kidney.
I have a masters in Russian literature...
a Ph.D in biochemistry...
and for the last eighteen months...
I've been deworming orphans in Somalia.
Awesome. What about you?
Hey. How you doin'? I'm Enid Wexler.
I got a Ph.D. from Berkeley in women's studies...
emphasis in the history of combat...
and last year, I single-handedly organized...
the march for Lesbians Against Drunk Driving.
- Killer. - Thanks. Good times.
I graduated first in my class from Princeton.
I have an I.Q. of ...
and it's been suggested that Stephen Hawking...
stole his Brief History of Time...
from my fourth grade paper.
- Me? - Yeah.
Hi. I'm Elle Woods and this is Bruiser Woods...
and we're both Gemini vegetarians.
I have a bachelor's degree in fashion merchandising...
from CULA, and I was a Zeta Lambda Nu sweetheart...
president of my sorority, Delta Nu...
and last year, I was homecoming queen.
Two weeks ago I saw Cameron Diaz at Fred Segal...
and I talked her out of buying...
this truly heinous angora sweater.
Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed.
Wish me luck, Bruiser.
This is my first class as a serious law student.
I totally look the part.
There is no way she got in here on her own.
I totally forgot you go here.
What are you talking about?
I'm sorry. Are you here to see me?
No, silly. I go here.
You go where?
Harvard. Law school.
You got into Harvard Law?
What, like it's hard?
Oh, my gosh, Warner, it'll be so great.
I'm planning this great mixer. You have to help me.
I'm thinking like a luau or casino night.
It'll be just like senior year except funner.
Time to go. I have to go to class...
but meet me after on the benches.
All right, bye!
A legal education means you will learn...
to speak in a new language.
You will be taught to achieve insight...
into the world around you...
and to sharply question what you know.
The seat you have picked will be yours...
for the next nine months of your life.
And those of you in the front row...
"The law is reason free from passion."
Does anyone know who spoke those immortal words?
- Yes? - Aristotle.
Are you sure?
Would you be willing to stake your life on it?
I think so.
What about his life?
I don't know.
Well, I recommend knowing before speaking.
The law leaves much room for interpretation...
but very little for self-doubt.
And you were right.
And you were right.
It was Aristotle.
Now, I assume all of you have read pages - ...
and are now well-versed in subject matter jurisdiction.
Who can tell us about Gordon vs. Steele?
Let's call on someone from the hot zone.
Actually, I wasn't aware that we had an assignment.
Do you think it's acceptable that Ms. Woods is not prepared?
Would you support my decision to ask her to leave class...
and to return only when she is prepared?
Now, Ms. Kensington...
did diversity jurisdiction exist in this case?
No, it did not.
Good. How about in the case of Owens vs. McCullogh?
I can't believe that girl.
Who does she think she is?
Excuse me. Are you OK?
Do they put you on the spot like that all the time?
They tend to do that. Socratic method.
If you don't know the answers, they just kick you out?
You have Stromwell, huh?
Yes! Did she do that to you, too?
No. But she did make me cry once.
Not in class. I waited till I got back to my room...
but she'll kick you right in the ball--
Or wherever, you know.
She's really tough.
Don't worry, it gets better. Who else do you have?
I have Callahan, Royalton, and Levinthal.
Let's see, speak up in Callahan's class.
He really likes people that are opinionated.
And in Royalton's class...
try to get a seat in the back.
He spits when he talks about products liability.
And for Levinthal, make sure you read the footnotes.
That's where he gets a lot of his exam questions.
Wow. I'm really glad I met you.
Are you a third year?
- Well-- - Hey, Elle.
Hi! Thanks for all your help.
how was your first class?
It was good, except for this horrible preppy girl...
who made me look bad in front of the professor.
But no biggie.
You're here now. So, how was your summer?
Good. It was good.
Did you do anything exciting?
Have you met Vivian?
Hi. Vivian Kensington.
Do you know her?
- She's-- - I'm his fiancee.
I'm sorry. I just hallucinated. What?
She was my girlfriend in prep school.
And, well, we got back together this summer...
at my grandmother's birthday party.
Warner told me all about you.
You're famous at our club.
But he didn't tell me you'd be here.
Pooh bear, I didn't know she would be here.
Oh, thank God!
Are you free? It's an emergency.
You can't even imagine.
I worked so hard to get into law school.
I blew off Greek week to study for the LSATs.
I even hired a Coppola to direct my admissions video.
All to get my boyfriend Warner back.
And now he's engaged to this awful girl Vivian...
so it was all for nothing, and I...
I just wish...
I just wish I had never gone to Harvard.
After you went to all that trouble.
She's got the six-carat Harry Winston...
on her bony, unpolished finger.
What am I supposed to do?
You're asking the wrong girl.
I mean, I'm with my guy eight years...
and then one day, it's...
"I met someone else. Move out."
Oh, no. That's awful.
Dewey kept the trailer and my precious baby Rufus.
I didn't even get to throw him a birthday party.
What's a girl to do?
He's a guy who followed his pecker...
to greener pastures...
and I'm a middle-aged high-school dropout...
who's got stretch marks and a fat ass.
Yep. Happens every day.
So what's this Vivian got that you don't have?
She's from Connecticut.
She belongs to his stupid country club.
Is she as pretty as you?
She could use some mascara and some serious highlights...
but she's not completely unfortunate looking.
- Hey, there. - How you doing? Sign here.
Look what I did.
- See you later. - Bye-bye, sugar.
Could I have been any more goddamn spastic?
Are you sure this Warner guy is, like, the one?
Definitely. I love him.
Well, if a girl like you can't hold on to her man...
then there sure as hell isn't any hope for the rest of us.
What are you waiting for?
Steal the bastard back.
I should warn you...
I should warn you...
that in addition to competing against each other...
for the top grade in this class...
you will also be competing for one of my firm's...
highly coveted four internship spots next year...
where you will get to assist on actual cases.
Let the bloodbath begin.
Now, let's commence with our usual torture.
would you rather have a client who committed a crime...
malum in se or malum prohibitum?
And why is that?
I would rather have a client who's innocent.
Dare to dream, Ms. Woods.
Ms. Kensington, which would you prefer?
Because then the client would have committed...
a regulatory infraction as opposed to a dangerous crime.
Well done, Ms. Kensington.
You've obviously done your homework.
Now let us look at malum prohibitum...
a little more closely.
It has been said-- Yes, Ms. Woods?
I changed my mind. I'd pick the dangerous one...
'cause I'm not afraid of a challenge.
Who is that?
- Can she play? - Hi!
Get outta here.
- Hi, everybody. - Elle, what are you doing here?
I've come to join your study group.
Look, I brought sustenance. Who's first?
Our group is full.
Is this like an RSVP thing?
No. It's like a smart people thing.
And as Viv said, we're full.
Come on, we can make room for one more.
We've already assigned the outlines.
The answer is no.
Oh, OK. I'll just leave, then.
Hey, maybe there's, like, a sorority...
you could, like, join instead, like?
If you had come to a rush party...
I would have at least been nice to you.
Is that before you voted against me...
and then called me a dyke behind my back?
I don't use that word.
You must have heard it from Vivian.
- Hello? - Hey, it's me.
It's Elle! Guess what I'm doing right this second!
I don't know. What?
I'm picking out my wedding dress!
- What? - Josh proposed!
Did you get the rock yet?
Well, hurry up, so you can come home!
We miss you!
I miss you guys, too. The people here are so vile.
Hardly anybody speaks to me--
Oh, my God! I almost forgot to tell you!
I got bangs! My hair is so now.
OK, so just listen to me.
Keep June st open, you're one of my bridesmaids...
and give Warner our love...
because I'm getting married!
So don't forget. Eight o'clock at Dunston Street.
- It'll be a really nice party. - We'll be there.
And don't forget to bring your own merlot!
No way! Is somebody at this school actually having a party?
But it's a costume party.
You probably wouldn't want to come.
I love costume parties.
Well, then I guess we'll see you there.
Oh, at Dunston Street.
Oh, my God!
Thanks for inviting me, girls. This party is super fun.
I like your outfit, too.
Except when I dress up as a frigid bitch...
I try not to look so constipated.
Oh, she's horrible.
You've got the ring, sweetie.
- Nice ears. - How you doin'?
Warner, the English language...
is all about subliminal domination.
Take the word semester.
A perfect example of this school's...
discriminatory preference of semen to ovaries.
That's why I'm petitioning to have next term...
be referred to as the winter ovester.
- Excuse me. Hey, Warner. - Wow!
Don't you look like a walking felony?
Thank you. You're so sweet.
Are you having fun?
I am now. What's with the costume?
I just decided to dress up.
I feel like we barely get to see each other...
since we've been here.
I know. I'm so busy with these case studies and hypos.
I know what you mean. I can't imagine doing...
all this and Callahan's internship next year.
That's gonna be so much.
Elle, come on, you'll never get the grades...
to qualify for one of those spots.
You're not smart enough, sweetie.
Wait, am I on glue...
or did we not get into the same law school?
But what? We took the same LSATs...
and we're taking the same classes.
I know, but come on, Elle, be serious.
You can do something more valuable with your time.
I'm never going to be good enough for you, am I?
- Oh, come on. - Just forget it!
I'll show you how valuable Elle Woods can be!
- Don't ask. - Wasn't gonna.
I love that sweater. It's Chanel.
Was she carrying books?
So, you've filed a claim.
Don't you need to have evidence?
Meaning you need reasonable belief...
that your claim should have, like, evidenciary support?
And what kind of evidenciary support...
does this case require?
All sorts of things--
corrupt cops who are wheeling and dealing...
And the purpose of diminished capacity is?
To negate mens rea?
Are you ready?
Yes, you are!
Go. You can do this.
Listen to me, Dewey. You shut your mouth.
No, you shut your big mouth.
I'm doing all the talking.
What the hell do you want?
We're eating lunch.
I just thought that...
You just thought you could come here...
and show me what I'm definitely not missing?
That's not why I came by.
How many times you gonna come over here...
begging me to take you back, huh?
I'm Elle Woods. Miss Bonifante's attorney.
And I'm here to discuss the legal situation at hand.
Do you understand what subject matter jurisdiction is?
- No. - I didn't think so.
Well, due to habeas corpus...
you and Miss Bonifante had a common law marriage...
which heretofore entitles her...
to what is legally referred to...
as equitable division of the assets.
Due to the fact that you've retained this residence...
Miss Bonifante is entitled...
to full canine property ownership...
and will be enforcing said ownership right now.
Tell him, Paulette.
I'm taking the dog, dumbass!
That's awesome! We did it!
Oh, my gosh, did you see him?
He's probably still scratching his head.
Which must be a nice vacation for his balls.
According to Swinney vs. Neubert...
Swinney, who was also a private sperm donor...
was allowed visitation rights as long as he came to terms...
with the hours set forth by the parents.
So, if we're sticking to past precedent...
Mr. Latimer wasn't stalking.
He was clearly within his rights to ask for visitation.
But Swinney was a one-time sperm donor...
and our defendant was an habitual sperm donor...
who also happens to be harassing the parents...
in his quest for visitation.
But without this man's sperm...
the child in question wouldn't exist.
Now you're thinking like a lawyer.
Yes, Ms. Woods?
Although Mr. Huntington makes an excellent point...
I have to wonder if the defendant...
kept a thorough record of every sperm emission...
made throughout his life.
Interesting. Why do you ask?
Unless the defendant attempted to contact...
every single one-night stand to determine...
if a child resulted in those unions...
he has no parental claim over this child whatsoever.
Why now? Why this sperm?
I see your point.
And for that matter, all masturbatory emissions...
where his sperm was clearly not seeking an egg...
could be termed reckless abandonment.
I believe you've just won your case.
Ms. Woods, you did well today.
You're applying for my internship, aren't you?
I don't know.
You should. Do you have a resume?
Yes, I do.
Here it is.
And it's scented.
I think it gives it a little something extra.
See you next class.
Do you think she woke up one morning and said...
"I think I'll go to law school today."
That lapse in judgment aside...
I think she's got a lot of potential.
Here's the Windham file.
It's her resume.
What's going on?
Callahan's firm is defending a murder trial.
His case load is so big, he's taking first year interns.
He picked them already?
My God, I can't believe it, Warner!
We got it!
That only leaves one for...
Remember when we spent those four amazing hours...
in the hot tub after winter formal?
This is so much better than that!
Excuse me. I have some shopping to do.
You look very nice today, Vivian.
We're defending Brooke Windham...
whose very wealthy husband was found shot to death...
in their Beacon Hill mansion.
You'd think so since the stiff was ...
but she was rich on her own.
Some kind of fitness empire.
You can buy her exercise tapes on infomercials.
Are you talking about Brooke Taylor?
You know her?
She's a Delta Nu!
She wasn't in my pledge class.
She graduated four years before me.
But I used to take her class at the Los Angeles Sports Club.
She can make you lose three pounds in one class.
She's completely gifted.
In all likelihood, she's completely guilty.
She was seen standing over her husband's dead body.
His -year-old daughter and the pool boy.
Sorry, I'm late. Excuse me.
This is Emmett Richmond, another associate...
top three in his class...
and former editor of "Harvard Law Review."
You've probably seen him...
lurking around campus doing my research.
Thanks for the introduction.
What about the murder weapon?
The gun is missing.
The coroner said he'd been dead minutes...
when the cops arrived.
Giving Brooke plenty of time to stash it.
I just don't think Brooke could have done this.
Exercise gives you endorphins.
Endorphins make you happy.
Happy people don't shoot their husbands.
They just don't.
I didn't do it.
I walked in...
I saw my husband lying on the floor...
I bent down to check his heart, screamed my head off...
then Enrique and Chutney ran inside.
Your step-daughter and the pool boy came in...
where they saw you standing over the body...
covered in his blood.
Why would I kill my husband?
Insurance, a love affair, pure unadulterated hatred.
The D.A. will come up with plenty of reasons.
I loved him.
He was years older than you.
That doesn't look so good to a jury.
Then show them a picture of his dick.
That might clear a few things up.
Brooke, I believe you...
but a jury is going to want an alibi.
I can't give you that...
and if you put me on the stand, I'll lie.
Then I guess we're done for today.
I know you.
I'm a Delta Nu, and I'm a huge fan of yours.
You took my class in L.A.
You took my class in L.A.
You had the best high-kick I've ever seen.
Are you one of my lawyers?
Well, thank God one of you has a brain.
I'm the only one that believes her.
Callahan totally thinks she's guilty.
That's because men are big fat retards who don't--
Oh, my God.
He's coming over here.
I've got a package.
He's got a package.
How you doing today?
Take it easy.
See you later.
That's great, Paulette.
Is this the only interaction you two have ever had?
No. Sometimes I say "OK" instead of "fine."
Why don't you offer him a cold beverage...
or a neck massage or something?
What's the point?
Trust me, Paulette. You have all the equipment...
you just need to read the manual.
Do you know what I'm saying?
I'll show you a little maneuver...
my mother taught me in junior high.
In my experience, it has a % success rate...
of getting a man's attention...
and when used appropriately...
it has an % rate of return on a dinner invitation.
It's called "the bend and snap."
"Oh! I think I dropped something on the floor."
So you bend...and snap!
Come on. You try it.
a little less bend, a little more snap.
You! Come on, you can do it.
Very, very good.
We can all do it!
- Come on, guys. - I can't do that.
You're gonna bend...
Now put your head into it.
Bend...and snap! Good job!
A little attitude, please.
Now, everybody smile. That's very important.
Pump! Pump! Pump!
Good job, everybody!
Work it out! Work it out!
That's it! Wow!
Come on, Paulette!
Bend and snap!
Oh, my God! The bend and snap! Works every time!
If Brooke didn't kill the guy, then who did?
My money is on the angry daughter or the ex-wife.
Chutney has a trust fund.
She didn't need the insurance pay off or the inheritance.
What about the mother?
Covered. She was in Aspen at the time.
Vivian, get me some plum sauce.
Ten people saw her downing cosmopolitans...
at the Caribou Club.
All I know is it's not Brooke.
That's touching, but we need an alibi.
I brought you some necessities--
some Calvin Klein -count sheets...
the entire Clinique skin care line...
some aromatherapy candles, a loofah...
And the Bible.
You're an angel.
So how are you? Are you all right?
You look so...orange.
I'm just glad it's you and not Callahan.
He means well. He's very brilliant.
He better be for what I'm paying for him.
I have to tell you the real reason I came here.
Professor Callahan says we really need your alibi.
Elle, I can't.
You don't understand.
Who could understand better than me?
It's so shameful.
Whatever it is, Brooke, it could save you.
That's just it. It would ruin me.
I've made my fortune on the ability...
to perfect women's bodies with Brooke's Butt-Buster workout.
You helped me go from a six to a four.
On the day of Heyworth's murder...
I was getting...
I was getting liposuction.
I know! I'm a fraud!
It's not like normal women can have this ass!
If my fans knew that I bought it...
I would lose everything!
I've already lost my husband.
I'd rather go to jail than lose my reputation.
Brooke... your secret's safe with me.
Vivian, grab me some coffee.
We got two interviews tomorrow...
that Gerard and Bobby will handle.
The ex-wife in an hour.
According to this communique from the prison...
our client apparently had a visit from her sister...
a Miss Delta Nu.
Anyone you know?
Yes. I went to visit her.
What the hell do you mean you went to visit her?
I went to get her alibi.
Did you get it?
It's really good.
Great. What is it?
I can't tell you.
Why the hell not?
Because I promised her I'd keep it a secret...
and I can't break the bonds of sisterhood.
Screw sisterhood! This is a murder trial...
not some scandal at the sorority house.
I want the alibi!
I can't give it to you...
but I can tell you she is innocent.
Mrs. Windham Vandermark is on line two for you.
Someone reason with her while I take this.
Are you crazy? Just tell him the alibi.
We'll lose this case if you don't.
Then we're not very good lawyers.
If you tell him, he'll probably hire you as a summer associate.
Who cares about Brooke? Think about yourself.
Who cares about Brooke? Think about yourself.
I gave her my word, Warner.
The ex-wife seems to be unconcerned...
with the fact that her interview is today.
She's at a spa in the Berkshires.
A spa? Isn't that like your mothership?
I could go if you want me to.
Emmett? Go with her.
She seems completely untrustworthy to me.
This is a person who's made her living...
by telling women that they're too fat.
Brooke would never tell a woman she was too fat.
And she seems like she's hiding something.
Maybe it's not what you think.
Maybe it's exactly what I think.
You're really being a butthead.
Why would you call me that?
You need to have a little more faith in people.
You might be surprised.
I can't believe you called me a butthead.
No one's called me that since the ninth grade.
Maybe not to your face.
So this is what a spa looks like. Wow.
How do we find her?
I called ahead. She's in the mud room.
She's not naked, is she?
Mrs. Windham Vandermark?
So you found me.
We're from Austen, Platt, Jaret, and Callahan...
and we're here to ask you a few questions.
So I hear that little tart from California...
shot poor Heyworth.
That's what we're trying to prove didn't happen.
Do you have any reason to believe that it did?
I've never actually met the woman...
but my daughter tells me...
she can be quite the little bitch.
Did your daughter ever mention anything...
about the relationship between Brooke and Heyworth?
She did say that they humped like gorillas.
I guess it wasn't enough, though,for Brooke.
Why do you say that?
haven't you seen the cabana boy?
And you know this for a fact?
Did you see the icky brown color of her hair?
So? Now you discriminate against brunettes?
Why not? I'm discriminated against as a blonde.
Being a blonde is actually a pretty powerful thing.
You hold more cards than you think you do.
I personally would like to see you take that power...
and channel it towards the greater good.
Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow.
How do you think I'd look as a blonde?
I'm not sure you could handle it.
- Good night. - Bye.
So, I called your room last night.
I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime.
No. You're a dork.
I'm in law school.
Look, I'm not going out with you.
I can't believe you'd even ask.
Girls like me don't go out with losers like you.
Let's get out of here.
Why didn't you call me?
We spent a beautiful night together...
and I never hear from you again?
Sorry for what? For breaking my heart...
or for giving me the greatest pleasure...
I've ever known and then just taking it away?
I've spent too many hours crying over you.
So...when did you want to go out?
Are you done with that deposition yet?
Yeah. Here, take it.
I've read it times.
You know, Elle, I still can't believe...
you didn't tell Callahan the alibi.
It's not my alibi to tell.
And I thought that was very classy of you.
Did you ever notice how Callahan never asks Warner...
to bring him his coffee?
He's asked me at least ten times.
Men are helpless. You know that.
I know. Warner doesn't even do his own laundry.
He has to have it sent out.
Did you know when he first applied...
he got wait-listed.
His father had to make a call.
God, that is such a precious dog.
His name is Bruiser. Do you want to hold him?
- He's very friendly. - Sure.
Look, he likes you.
He's giving me kisses.
We're here today covering the trial of Brooke Windham.
She's charged with the murder of her husband...
Boston millionaire Heyworth Windham.
First to testify are the victim's daughter and ex-wife.
The Superior Court of Suffolk County is now in session.
The Honorable Judge Marina R. Bickford presiding.
You may be seated.
And where was she exactly?
Standing over my father's dead body.
And what was the defendant doing?
She was sitting next to the pool, topless...
while the Latin boy handed her a drink.
Mr. Salvatore, can you tell us what this is?
This is the uniform...
Mrs. Windham asked you to wear while cleaning her pool?
Are you having an affair with Brooke Windham?
Have you and Mrs. Windham had sexual relations?
Yes. OK? Yes.
Ladies and gentlemen, court will reconvene...
tomorrow morning at A.M.
A Delta Nu would never sleep with a man who wears a thong.
I just liked watching him clean the filter.
I believe you, Brooke.
- Take care of me, Elle. - I will.
I got a big one for you.
Can you sign?
I got it.
You broke his nose?
I blew it, Elle.
My snap was all over the place.
I'll be there as soon as court is out.
We have to cross-examine Enrique.
But don't worry. My girlfriend Serena...
barfed on a guy during "The Blair Witch Project"...
and they ended up dating for three months.
Really? All right. Bye-bye.
Don't stomp your little last-season Prada shoes at me.
These aren't last season.
- He's gay! Enrique's gay! - What?
What kind of shoes are these?
- See! - What are you talking about?
He isn't Brooke's lover. He's making it up.
Back up. How do you know he's gay?
Gay men know designers. Straight men don't.
He left a Cher tape in the pool house one time.
While I appreciate your masterful legal theory...
I have a murder trial to attend to.
I'll take care of it. Thanks.
The court will come to order.
Mr. Salvatore, do you have any proof...
that you and Mrs. Windham were having an affair?
Only the love in my heart.
If that's all the proof that he has, Your Honor...
I think I'm done here.
You may step down.
I'd like to ask a couple of questions, Your Honor.
Just give me a couple minutes.
Did you ever take Mrs. Windham on a date?
- Yes. - Where?
A restaurant where no one could recognize us.
How long have you been sleeping with Mrs. Windham?
- And your boyfriend's name is... - Chuck.
Yes, Mr. Salvatore?
I was confused.
I thought you said friend. Chuck is just a friend.
Silence in my court! Sit down, Mr. Salvatore.
Silence in my courtroom!
How did I miss that? You were great.
Silence in my courtroom!
- Good night. - Good night.
Callahan asked to see you before you leave.
He already has coffee, but maybe he needs a doughnut.
- Do you need any help? - No. I'm fine.
Come on in.
Is everything all right?
You followed your intuition today...
and you were right on target.
I should have listened.
About the alibi...
I'm impressed you took the initiative to go get it.
That's what makes a good lawyer.
On top of that, you gained the client's trust...
and kept it--that's what makes a great lawyer.
You're smart, Elle.
Smarter than most of the guys on my payroll.
I think it's time to discuss your career path.
Have you thought about where you might be a summer associate?
I know it's very competitive.
You know what competition's really about?
It's about ferocity, carnage.
Balancing human intelligence with animal diligence.
Knowing exactly what you want...
and how far you'll go to get it.
How far will Elle go?
Are you hitting on me?
You're a beautiful girl.
So everything you just said...
I'm a man who knows what he wants.
And I'm a law student who just realized...
her professor is a pathetic asshole.
Too bad. I thought you were a law student...
who wanted to be a lawyer!
You almost had me fooled.
Maybe you should sleep with the jury, too.
Then we can win the case.
Law school was a mistake. This internship was a mistake.
What are you talking about? You earned it.
I didn't earn anything.
Callahan only gave me that internship...
because he liked the way I looked.
Which he made clear tonight when he tried to feel me up.
Callahan did what?
Just forget about it. I'm going back to L.A.
No more boring suits. No more pantyhose.
No more trying to be something that I'm just--
I'm just not.
What if you're trying to be somebody you are?
The hell with Callahan.
Call me if you're ever in California.
What's the point in staying, Paulette?
All people see when they look at me...
is blond hair and big boobs.
No one's ever gonna take me seriously.
The people at law school don't. Warner doesn't.
I don't think my own parents take me seriously.
I just felt, like, for the first time...
that someone expected me to...
to do something more with my life...
than become a Victoria's Secret model.
But I was just kidding myself.
Callahan never saw me as a lawyer...
just as a piece of ass.
Just like everybody else.
Turns out I am a joke.
No, you're not a joke.
The hell with law school.
I just wanted to say good-bye.
If you're going to let one stupid prick ruin your life...
you're not the girl I thought you were.
Did you go in there knowing how to discredit Mr. Salvatore?
It's a little thing I'd like to call strategy.
I had a feeling about Mr. Salvatore...
Is he always such an ass?
He's the top defense attorney in the state.
Of course he's an ass.
Fine. Is he an ass that'll win my case?
He's an ass that'll try.
He thinks I'm guilty.
That's not what's important.
If he doesn't trust me, why should I trust him?
Ask Elle. She looked pretty cozy with him last night.
You don't know what the hell you're talking about.
What's going on here?
- Elle quit. - What?
Callahan hit on her, so she quit.
My God. Scumbag.
- Oh, God. - What?
I feel terrible. I made a huge mistake.
Maybe there's something we can do about it.
What are you so happy about? You're on trial for murder.
You're fired. I have new representation.
Excuse you, you're in my way.
She's a law student. She can't defend you.
Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court ruling . .
See? Thank you, David.
Counselors, approach the bench.
- You're not going up there. - Yes, I am.
Maybe you didn't hear me. You're fired.
Counselors, now. All of you.
Elle Woods, Your Honor.
Rule . of Supreme Judicial Court...
states that a law student may appear on behalf...
of a defendant in criminal proceedings.
Your Honor, I have no problem with this.
I do. I'm not allowing it.
But you agreed last night. In your office...
when we were discussing my career.
The ruling also states...
that you need a licensed attorney to supervise you.
- Mr. Callahan? - That I won't agree to.
I'll supervise, Your Honor.
Well, Ms. Woods, proceed.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Mrs. Windham, you do realize what you're doing?
Oh, my God! There she is!
We came to see your trial!
Look how cute. There's a judge and everything.
- And jury people. - Vote for Elle!
Ladies, take a seat.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth...
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
- I do. - Be seated.
Ms. Woods, you may begin your questioning.
First of all I would like to point out...
that not only is there no proof in this case...
but there is a complete lack of mens rea...
which by definition tells us there can be no crime...
without a vicious will.
I am aware of the meaning of mens rea.
What I'm unaware of...
is why you're giving me a vocabulary lesson...
when you should be questioning your witness.
when you should be questioning your witness.
Yes, Your Honor.
when you arrived back at the house...
was your father there?
Not that I saw, but like I said...
I went straight upstairs to take a shower.
And when you came downstairs, what happened?
I saw Brooke standing over his body...
drenched in his blood.
But Mrs. Windham didn't have a gun?
No. She'd stashed it by then.
Move to strike that from the record, Your Honor.
- It's speculation. - So stricken.
Miss Windham, did you hear a shot fired?
No. I was in the shower.
So, sometime in the minutes...
that you were in the shower, your father was shot.
Your father was shot while you were in the shower...
but you didn't hear the shot because...
because you were in the shower?
I was washing my hair.
Where is she going with this?
Have a little faith, Gerard.
what had you done earlier that day?
I got up...
got a latte, went to the gym...
got a perm, and came home.
Where you got in the shower?
I believe the witness has made it clear...
that she was in the shower.
Yes, Your Honor.
Miss Windham, had you ever gotten a perm before?
How many would you say?
Two a year since I was .
You do the math.
A girl in my sorority, Tracy Marcinko, got a perm once.
We all tried to talk her out of it.
Curls weren't a good look for her.
She didn't have your bone structure.
But, thankfully, that same day...
she entered the Beta Delta Pi wet t-shirt contest...
where she was completely hosed down from head to toe.
Objection! Why is this relevant?
I have a point, I promise.
Then make it.
Chutney, why were Tracy Marcinko's curls ruined...
when she got hosed down?
Because they got wet?
Exactly. Isn't it the first cardinal rule...
of perm maintenance that you're forbidden to wet your hair...
for at least hours after getting a perm...
at the risk of deactivating the ammonium thioglycolate?
And wouldn't somebody who's had, say, perms...
in their life be well aware of this rule?
And if in fact you weren't washing your hair...
as I suspect, because your curls are still intact...
wouldn't you have heard the gunshot?
And if in fact you had heard the gunshot...
Brooke Windham wouldn't have had time to hide the gun...
before you got downstairs...
which would mean you would have had to have found...
Mrs. Windham with a gun in her hand...
to make your story plausible. Isn't that right?
She's my age! Did she tell you that?
How would you feel if your father married someone your age?
You, however, had time to hide the gun...
after you shot your father.
I didn't mean to shoot him.
I thought it was you walking through the door!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Bailiff, take the witness into custody...
where she will be charged for the murder of Heyworth Windham.
In the matter of The State vs. Brooke Windham...
this case is dismissed.
Mrs. Windham, you are free to go.
Elle, how did you know Chutney was lying?
Because she's brilliant, of course.
The rules of hair care are simple and finite.
Any Cosmo Girl would have known.
I just wanted to say...
that you were so brilliant in there.
And that I was wrong.
And you are the girl for me.
Pooh bear...I love you.
I've waited so long to hear you say that.
But if I'm gonna be a partner at a law firm by the time I'm 30 ...
I need a boyfriend who's not such a complete bonehead.
Thank you, boys.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I present the graduates of Harvard Law School...
Class of 2004.
I am personally very honored to introduce...
this year's class-elected speaker.
After getting off to a quite interesting start...
here at Harvard...
she graduates today with an invitation to join...
one of Boston's most prestigious law firms.
I'm sure we are going to see great things from her.
Ladies and gentlemen, Elle Woods.
On our very first day at Harvard...
a very wise professor quoted Aristotle.
"The law is reason free from passion."
Well, no offense to Aristotle...
but in my three years at Harvard...
I have come to find that passion is a key ingredient...
to the study and practice of law and of life.
It is with passion, courage of conviction...
and strong sense of self...
that we take our next steps into the world...
remembering that first impressions...
are not always correct...
you must always have faith in people...
and most importantly...
you must always have faith in yourself.
Congratulations, Class of 2004.
We did it!