"12 Angry Men" by Reginald Rose (in English)

Juror #8: [justifying his reason for voting "not guilty"] I just think we owe him a few words, that's all.

Juror #10: I don't mind telling you this, mister: we don't owe him a thing. He got a fair trial, didn't he? What do you think that trial cost? He's lucky he got it. Know what I mean? Now, look - we're all grown-ups in here. We heard the facts, didn't we? You're not gonna tell me that we're supposed to believe this kid, knowing what he is. Listen, I've lived among them all my life - you can't believe a word they say, you know that. I mean they're born liars.

Juror #9: Only an ignorant man can believe that.

Juror #10: Now, listen...

Juror #9: [gets up] Do you think you were born with a monopoly on the truth? [turns to Juror #8, indicating #10]  I think certain things should be pointed out to this man.

Juror #3: It's these kids - the way they are nowadays. When I was a kid I used to call my father, "Sir". That's right. "Sir". You ever hear a kid call his father that anymore?

Juror #8: Fathers don't seem to think it's important anymore.

Juror #3: [looking at him] You got any kids?

Juror #8: Three.

Juror #3: I got one. Twenty-two years old. [takes photo from his wallet and shows it to Juror #8]  Aah. When he was nine years old he ran away from a fight. I saw it; I was so embarrassed I almost threw up. I said, "I'm gonna make a man outta you if I have to break you in two tryin'". And I made a man out of him. When he was sixteen, we had a fight. Hit me in the jaw - a big kid. Haven't seen him for two years. Kids... work your heart out...