Angel: Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come. I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend… When I sensed something… perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working. Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car. The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand… Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!

Judge: Hmm… Brining a lunchbox to your boyfriend? How touching!

Edgeworth: Hmph. As you can see… There is no room for doubt.

Judge: The key "point" of your testimony seems to be nothing other than… the point of the knife which you saw being stabbed into Detective Goodman!

Angel: So… how does it feel to be utterly crushed?

Phoenix: I… I'm still thinking about that.

Judy: Oh, sweet cheese and crackers. What now?

Ema: I-it's merely a flesh wound, guys!

Judge: Very well, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.

Phoenix: Yes, Your Honor. Ms. Starr, how did you know that all of this would happen?

Angel: I respect the prosecutors' basic abhorrence of crime. Yet their methods are ugly and twisted. Twisted methods will always lead to tragedy.

Edgeworth: The lunchlady's uninformed opinion is duly noted.

Angel: Given that they are used to erasing inconvenient evidence at their whim… Killing off a detective that knew too much is merely an extension if that.

Edgeworth: …

Judy: Do you have a grudge against prosecutors or something, Ms. Starr? You had the same attitude towards them when we first met you.

Angel: I felt that I had found my dream job when I became an investigator… And if I hadn't been laid off by those prosecutors over there, I'd still be one.

Phoenix: Laid off…?

Phoenix (Thinking): She was fired…

Angel: To me, prosecutors are nothing more than worms. That said, I am a pro, as you know. My testimony is unbiased… and flawless.

Phoenix: Now, this boyfriend… he's the detective?

Angel: Not that boyfriend. The security guard.

Judge: Th-"that" boyfriend? You have… several?

Angel: Yes. "This" boyfriend, "that" boyfriend, and "the other" boyfriend. Care to join? The "yet another" boyfriend is still open for applicants.

Judge: … I-I'll stick with the lunch, thanks.

Ema: Note to self: the judge had to think before replying.

Judy: Point being, where were you when you bring your lunchbox to your boyfriend?

Angel: In the security guard room, by A Block. It's up on the second level so you can see everything from there.

Phoenix: Incidentally, did you bring your lunchboxes by car?

Angel: Since I'm a visitor now, I parked in B Block.

Ema: So… she was in B Block when she witnessed the crime.

Phoenix: And by "garish car," you mean…

Angel: Mr. Edgeworth's car, yes.

Judge: M-Mr. Edgeworth's!?

Angel: Incidentally, the knife with the victim was stabbed was also Mr. Edgeworth's. Wasn't it?

Edgeworth: … Indeed, it was.

Judge: Hmm! What an odd case this is. And the person you saw… you are sure it was the defendant?

Angel: I saw her from no further than thirty feet away. I am certain it was her.

Phoenix (Thinking): If she's telling the truth, we're doomed!

Ema: Let's just do what we can! Even if we don't have any proof, we can always complain!

Phoenix: Witness! In your testimony, you clearly stated the following: Prosecutors are more than worms. Ergo! You are a biased witness!

Angel: You might want to keep those silly opinions to YOURSELF in the future, rookie.

Phoenix: Huh? Rookie?

Angel: Unless you're willing to risk the consequences of doubting me? I'll fry you like a fritter! Crispy on the outside… chewy on the inside!

Judge: That… That was inspiring!

Judy: So if what you are saying is true, then do you have any proof to back your claim up?

Angel: Hmm… of course. You didn't think I came unprepared, did you?

Judge: A-a photograph! You took this!?

Angel: The moment I witnessed the crime, my reflexes took over and snap! I took a picture. In fact… One of my lunchboxes is rigged with a camera.

Phoenix (Thinking): I suppose that's more exciting than just hanging it around your neck.

Edgeworth: Er… this is my first time seeing this photograph.

Angel: You think I show it to you, a prosecutor? Think again.

Edgeworth: …!

Angel: My boyfriend works in the photography division of Criminal Affairs.

Judge: Well… this is most certainly the defendant!

Phoenix (Thinking): Uh oh, that is unmistakably Lana Skye!

Edgeworth: So what was the defendant doing at that time?

Angel: As I said, she was holding a knife in her right hand.

Phoenix: Objection! And you witness this? You saw Ms. Skye stab the victim with the knife?

Angel: As I've already said, yes! I swear it on my finest "Salmon Swirl" lunch!

Judge: Hmm! I'm sure that is a fine lunch!

Phoenix: But… isn't that odd? Look at this photograph! This is the photograph you took of the very moment of the crime, is it not? Then why is Ms. Skye not holding a knife!?

Angel: …

Edgeworth: …

Judge: … Ahem. Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?

Edgeworth: Objection.

Phoenix: Let's be a little more careful with our evidence, shall we?

Edgeworth: It is you that needs to be more careful, Mr. Wright!

Judge: What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?

Edgeworth: This photograph was not taken before the stabbing… This was taken the moment AFTER the stabbing!

Phoenix: Objection! H-how can you tell that!?

Angel: Blood splatter.

Phoenix: Huh?

Angel: See the dark crimson stain on the Chief Prosecutor's coat?

Phoenix (Thinking): It's a black-and-white photograph!

Judy: … I hate to admit, but she's right. It does look like there's some type blood on that coat she's wearing.

Edgeworth: Well, Mr. Wright? I see no problem here. No problem… expect you.

Judy: B-but wait! The witness said that she took the picture the "moment"she witness the crime. That's a contradiction right there!

Angel: Well, it seems I was slightly unclear. My apologies.

Phoenix: …

Angel: …

Judy: … Uh… is… is that it!?

Angel: If you run of lunch, you order seconds. Problem solved! If you don't like it, try ordering the jumbo sized lunch from the get-go!

Ema: Good advice. I'm not sure I understood it, but… good advice.

Angel: I didn't have time to stop her. Prosecutor Skye was cold, calculating, like a robot. She killed without pain or remorse! It was a premeditated murder!

Phoenix: P-premeditated!? How do you know!?

Edgeworth: Look at the chief prosecutor's hands in this photograph.

Judge: Well…! Are those… gloves?

Edgeworth: Surgical gloves made out of thin rubber, most likely. Why would she have those on?

Phoenix: Uh…

Edgeworth: If it was not premeditated, she would not be wearing those gloves!

Phoenix: Waaaaaaaaaargh!

Judge: These gloves do seem to tell a tale of premeditation!

Angel: Premeditated murder… a serious offense.

Phoenix: Objection! Witness, do you know what this is?

Angel: Are you trying to test me? I sell box lunches for a living, you know. That's a knife. THE knife. The knife that was in Mr. Edgeworth's trunk!

Edgeworth: Indeed, it is my knife.

Court: What's with this case!? The bloody murder weapon and the red car… all belonging to the prosecutor there!? The defendant is the chief prosecutor for the district, right? Mommy, are prosecutors bad people?

Phoenix: The defense has a request. We ask that the witness provide an ACCURATE testimony.

Angel: What's that, rookie?

Phoenix: In your testimony… You stated that Lana Skye planned this murder. And that's why she was wearing those special gloves.

Judge: Seems like a natural conclusion to me! The gloves do indicate planning…

Phoenix: However! Why would she not also prepare the most important thing… the murder weapon!?

Angel: Oh.

Phoenix: This knife just happened to be in the trunk of that car. Ladies and gentleman, if you're going to plan a murder, you don't forget the weapon!

Angel: Ugh…Woooooooooorrrgh!

Judge: Order! Order! Order!

Phoenix (Thinking): Great! Now the tide is turning in our favor!

Ema: Great show, Mr. Wright! My sister's as good as free!

Edgeworth: Wright. I believe the next lunch you'll be eating is… humble pie!

Phoenix: W-what!?

Edgeworth: I hope you weren't deluding yourself into thinking that the "tide has turned." Not over such a trifling detail!

Judy: But this shoots a hole in the whole premeditated theory!

Edgeworth: Bah! The prosecution could care less if it was premeditated or not. The only one who seems to care is that lunchlady over there.

Angel: !

Edgeworth: The defendant, Lana Skye, murdered a detective with a knife. That is the only thing the prosecution needs to prove. Nothing else.

Angel: Very good, Mr. Prosecutor… I suppose you think you're clever now? But you know as well as I do that she planned on killing him! It was planned! If it wasn't, why would she have been wearing…

Judge: I believe I'd like to hear your testimony again.

Edgewort: Witness, please tell us only what you "saw," not what you "thought."

Angel: How dare you! My powers of deduction are not to be underestimated!

Phoenix (Thinking): Really now…