Philip: I apologize for my nephew, Judge. And I hope this little incident didn't cause any undue embarrassment. I mean, the press is going to have a field day.
Judge Robertson: Well, I certainly hope so. This is just the beginning. You know, I was browsing through the police files and bingo, up pops your nephew's name. Parking tickets up the ying-yang. So I busted his bony butt. Pretty good, huh?
Philip: Excuse me?
Judge Robertson: Oh, wake up, knucklehead. You're in the big leagues now. I may be old, I may be senile and I haven't been able to find my car for the past half hour, but I can beat your butt in a political campaign any day. You're dead meat, Tiny.