Inherit the Wind
BRADY (Reaching for a sympathetic ear, trying to find the loyal audience which has slipped away from him) My friends—Your Honor—My Followers—Ladies and Gentlemen— (II, II, 768-70)
BRADY. (Still erect on the witness stand) Haggai, Zechariah, Malachi…
(His voice trails off. He sinks, limp and exhausted into the witness chair.) (II, II, 803-06)
MRS. BRADY (Taking his hand) Matt—
(BRADY looks about to see if everyone has left the courtroom, before he speaks.)
BRADY. Mother. They're laughing at me, Mother!
MRS. BRADY. (Unconvincingly) No, Matt. No, they're not!