Edgeworth: I believe we're ready for the witness to testify. He certainly does look like a bellboy.

Bellboy: Yes, sir. I received your summons in the middle of work, sir. I'm happy to be of service.

Judge: That tea set looks rather heavy, so without further ado, the witness may begin his testimony.

Bellboy: Very good, sir! I am the head bellboy at the fine Gatewater Hotel, in business for four generations! I believe I received a call after 8:00 in the evening from our guest, Miss May. She asked for an ice coffee to be brought to her at 9:00, on the dot, sir. I brought it to her at precisely the requested time, of course. And I delivered the ice coffee to our guest Miss May, herself.

Judge: I see. The defense may begin its cross-examination.

Phoenix: R-right! I'm ready.

Nick: This is it! We need to find some way that proves Miss May was involved with the murder somehow.

Phoenix: It's not going to be easy, but let's see what we can do. Bellboy, can you tell me what exactly you do at the hotel?

Bellboy: Why, anything required of me, sir. I check in guests, I check out guests. I clean rooms, I make beds. I even deliver room service, sir.

Phoenix: And you checked Miss May in corrected? What time was it when you checked her in?

Bellboy: I believe I've checked her in around 1:00 yesterday afternoon.

Phoenix: And she called around 8:00 for some ice coffee at 9:00?

Bellboy: Yes, sir. She was quite insistent that it be brought then. "Oh, bellboy? Tee hee! I like, like, ice coffee at exactly 9:00!" Something like that, sir. Therefore, I knocked on her door at the crack of 9:00, sir.

Phoenix: And you sure it was Miss April May herself?

Bellboy: Ab-SO-lutely, sir.

Phoenix: "Ab-SO-lutely"…?

Bellboy: Yes, sir. As in, "so very absolutely," sir. It's an endearing mannerism of mine.

Judy: How come you're so very certain?

Bellboy: Well, when I brought the room service, ma'am… S-she… the guest, ma'am, favored me w-with a, um, an "embrasser," ma'am.

Nick: "Embrasser"? Is that French for "embrace"?

Bellboy: It's French for "kiss," sir. But not a French kiss, sir! More of a peck on the cheek.

Phoenix: Wh-why would she have done that…?

Bellboy: I believe, perhaps, she was momentarily swayed by my prim demeanor, sir. It was a moment I shall never, ever forget, sir.

Phoenix (Thinking): Sounds pretty fishy to me… I think Miss May was up to something and wanted the bellboy to remember her!