Philip: What can you say about Judge Carl Robertson? What indeed? He was a judge. A judge named Carl. But he was more. So much more. Carl... [accidentally knocks the coffin] He wasn't a very heavy man. Uh... Look, I'm probably the wrong person to be up here. I mean, I just got finished losing an election to the man in which he used every dirty trick in the book. So, at this time I'd like to invite someone with an especially warm memory of Carl Robertson to come up here and share it with us. [everyone looks around] Anyone with a somewhat fond memory of Carl Robertson. [all look around] Anybody with any recollection of him at all. Ah, yes.
Man: The jerk sentenced me to six months in jail for a crime I didn't commit. I'm just here to make sure he dead.
Philip: Thank you. Yes.
Man #2: He hired me to replant his garden. And when it came time for him to pay me he called Immigration on me.
Philip: Gracias.