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we can get on with it. I've got to tell you fellas, after a night of no sleep … I'm not feeling too well, and …
    PROSECUTOR: I opposed, Your Honor, the request, for a continuance …
    JUDGE: They changed my prescription.
    PROSECUTOR: Your Honor—
    JUDGE: My first one was putting me to sleep. But I stopped taking it.
    PROSECUTOR: Your Honor. I…
    JUDGE: Gimme a pill. One second. Could you give me a pill?
    BAILIFF: Your Honor, the side effect of overdosing …
    JUDGE: What? Do they make me drowsy?
    BAILIFF: Your Honor,
no.
The
others
made you drowsy. The side effects of
this
pill include, uh, oh,
{He reads the label)
“psychotomimetic” … uh …
    JUDGE: Well, we're just going to have to risk it. Tfjustice is to be served.
{He reads.)
What is “Bunny” ?
    PROSECUTOR: I beg Your Honor's pardon, that is a personal note.
{He goes to retrieve the note.)
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Your Honor, if I might address the issue …
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Your Honor … we have. In our city today. The representatives of Two Great Nations …
    JUDGE: … and something's very wrong here.
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: What, Your Honor?
    PROSECUTOR: Indeed it is. The request, for a continuance, leaving aside the lack of simple human concern for Your Honor's health …
    JUDGE: I mean with this note.
(Pause)
There is something quite wrong with this note. You. You received a note, which I find stuck to my motion. Is that true?
    PROSECUTOR:
(Pause)
Yes, Your Honor.
    JUDGE: It's signed “Bunny.”
(Pause)
    PROSECUTOR: Yes, Your Honor. It is.
    JUDGE:
RABBITS CAN'T WRITE. (Pause)
    (A phone rings
, PROSECUTOR
takes out his cell phone)
    PROSECUTOR:
(TO
CELLPHONE) Don't call me here …
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Your Honor, there is a Force For Good, what matter we call it. Some call that force “God.”
    JUDGE: … they can't write.
    PROSECUTOR:
(Into phone)…
because I'm at work …
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: … what matter if we picture, in our mind, an ancient man … or woman, with a long white beard. Or if we name it but “A Power.” We humans are imbued, say “chemically,” if you must, with the disposition to
intuit
such a force. If it leads us toward good. Is it not God?
    PROSECUTOR:
(Into phone)
I can't talk now …
    JUDGE:
(TO
PROSECUTOR) Would you address yourself to that?
    PROSECUTOR: I shall, Your Honor … the mention of “God,” in a Court of Law …
    JUDGE: I mean, to the Rabbit.
(Pause)
    PROSECUTOR: The Rabbit, Your Honor, is not a Legal Document.
    JUDGE: Then it should not have been found on my desk.
    PROSECUTOR: It was, unfortunately, Your Honor, stuck to the motion for continuance.
    PROSECUTOR: With the au jus, if you will, of pot roast.
    JUDGE: I can't take any more.
(Rising)
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Your Honor. If Your Honor, please … Sir. The warring representatives of Israel and Palestine are, today in our city. My client and I, we believe, may have constructed …
    DEFENDANT:
Have
constructed, Your Honor, a method, whereby…
    PROSECUTOR:
(Into phone)
I said I can't talk now …
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: A method, Your Honor, devised by this good man, which, we believe, may bring peace to the Middle East. We crave the court's indulgence, to be given leave to present him and his method to these two world leaders, who, today, are convened, Your Honor… In the Name, Your Honor, in the sacred Name of Peace.
(Pause)
    DEFENDANT: We think, Your Honor, that this simple procedure could bring about peace.
    PROSECUTOR: What kind of bullshit is this? Your Honor … ?
    JUDGE: … don't worry about me … they changed my prescription.
    DEFENDANT: “Bullshit”?
    JUDGE: The other pills were making me drowsy.
    DEFENDANT: … bullshit?
    DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Your Honor, the comments of the Prosecutor …
    PROSECUTOR: I am in the midst, I beg your pardon, of some, some, some … some familial, some …
    JUDGE: … I didn't know you were married …
    PROSECUTOR: And you waltz in here, with this bullshit,
bullshit
rhetoric. Taking in vain, the Name of Peace,