Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon: Sorry, Your Honor. I ran downstairs to catch him, but I must have just missed him.
Asst. D.A. Dan Fielding: You ran down eighteen flights of stairs?
Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon: Yeah. I figured that whoever threw the rock through the window would have to come down the fire escape and onto the street.
Judge Harry T. Stone: Right.
Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon: Then I figured the sight of someone like me barreling out of the courthouse would cause him to panic and flee, and then I'd nab him.
Court Clerk Lana Wagner: So what happened?
Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon: *Everyone* panicked and fled!