Call me Jack. But when you call, remember I bill by the quarter-hour. That's a lawyer joke, and I'm a
lawyer. One of the most expensive in L.A., and I like to think, one of the best.
But don't hate me because I'm handsome, successful and wealthy beyond your wildest fantasies. After
all, I have my problems too.
Take my third wife ... please! She thinks I'm having some kind of affair, just because I ran off to San
Francisco with a maladjusted writer who thinks he's the father of my runaway son. Could happen to anybody, right?
Uh, maybe we better just stick with the evidence.