Michael: [on the phone] Barry, you still there?
Barry: So I got a really interesting call from Ron Howard, of all people. He's directing now, apparently, and wants to meet you at his office in, get this, Beverly Hills.
Michael: Why does Ron- Why does Ron Howard want to meet with me?
Barry: I don't know. His office didn't say. And if you don't mind, I'm a little busy with a case of my own.
Michael: Did you get any other information?
Barry: Apparently, he directed a movie called Cocoon.
Michael: Sorry. I was unclear about why he wants to meet with me.
Barry: I don't know. You want me to tell him to go [bleep] himself? I can tell Ron Howard to go [bleep] himself.
Tell him to shove it up his [bleep]. I just can't do it now because I'm in front of a jury.
Michael: Barry, I will meet with him. Wait- You're in front of a jury right now?
Barry: Oh, and the looks I'm getting. Got to go. [hangs up] Sorry, everybody. I'm an attorney, too.

Bob Loblaw: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I'd like the defendant to reach over the school gate, open it from the inside and enter the school property, please.
Barry: I can't reach it. I can't reach the knob.
Bob Loblaw: Why is that, Mr. Zuckerkorn?
Barry: I'm not tall enough.
Bob Loblaw: You're not tall enough.
Barry: I can't reach the Chachi. Hey, should I try tippy-toe? Look, I'm on tippy-toes.
Bob Loblaw: If he can't reach, this trial's a breach.
Barry: Oh, and that's what we call a Law Bomb.
Man: That's a low blow, Loblaw.
Bob Loblaw: A Bob Loblaw Law Bomb.

Narrator: And that's when Michael finally saw her name.
Michael: Oh, my God. I'm dating Ron Howard's girlfriend.
Narrator: Actually she's his daughter. But that's kind of worse, don't you think?