Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, the UCI's attorney would certainly want you to believe that my client used chebuterol, or blood dope. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself. But ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, I have one, final, thing I want you to consider. [walks to a display stand and pulls down a screen] Ladies and gentleman, this is Chew-bacca. [true] Chewbacca is a Wookie from the planet Kashyyyk, but Chewbacca… LIVES …on the planet Endor. Now think about that. That does NOT MAKE SENSE.

Why would a Wookie, an eight-foot tall Wookie, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of two-foot tall Ewoks? That does NOT MAKE SENSE! [the jury listens] But more important, you have to ask yourself: What does this have to do with this case? Nothing. [Gerald buries his head in his hand, shaking his haed at the disaster his case is being turned into] Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It does NOT MAKE SENSE! Look at me. I'm a lawyer defending a Tour de France winner, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca! Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense! And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberatin' and conjugatin' the Emancipation Proclamation, [apporaches and softens] does it make sense? No! Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does NOT MAKE SENSE! If Chewbacca lives on Endor, you must acquit! The defense rests. [walks back to his table]