Silas Polk is in court representing a suit brought by one of the leaders of the Dyke movement in Eberhart, Sally Samesex. She is suing testicular cancer for discriminating against women. Polk jumped at the opportunity to represent her.
Court transcript is as follows:

Polk: Would you describe your employment opportunities as fair and equal?
Testicular cancer: What is he talking about, employment? Judge, you need to straighten this nigger out.
Polk: Nigger is it now?
Testicular cancer: I'm sorry. Gook sheenie Heb.
Polk: I'll have you know my origin is a secret closely guarded by the Coca-Cola Bottling Company.
Leonard Chessman (Testicular cancer's defense attorney): Judge, I'd like the prosecution struck from the record.
Judge: The entire line of questioning?
Chessman: No, sir, just everything that Polk has said.
Polk: You're on my list now, buddy.
Chessman: I'd also like the record to reflect that his list is five feet long.
Polk: I make enemies faster than I can legally dispatch them.
Judge: I'll allow Polk's identity to be replaced in the court records but that's all you'll get, Chessman.
Chessman: They told me you'd be like this.
Polk: He's infringing on my right to exist, Judge.
Judge: Christ-a-mighty. I should have been in vivisection.
Polk: Can I stipulate that tomorrow I will appear in a giant banana suit unless Chessman trims his beard?
Chessman: Let the record reflect that I have no beard.
Polk: He fell right into my trap. His lack of facial hair is an issue in guaranteeing a fair trial.
Testicular cancer: I'm about ready to work on both of you.
Polk: The witness is threatening me.
Judge: I've had enough. We're going to poll the jury to gauge what effect your bickering has had. Jury foreman, what are your feelings on the case so far?
Foreman: I can't believe I'm missing work for this. That's forty-five dollars a day that I'm not earning. I'll see that cancer hanged for this.
Judge: Fair enough. Let the trial continue.