Philip: [on the phone] Bob, Bob. Bob, calm down. Bob, judges don't cry. Bob, this is just an investigation. Everything's gonna work out fine. Trust me. Okay, bye. Yeah. Bye, bye. [hangs up] He's dead.
Will: What's going on, Uncle Phil?
Philip: Oh, that ethics committee is digging up dirt on every judge in town. It's a witch-hunt, man. A witch-hunt.
Geoffrey: [drops a glass] Goodness. Clumsy me.
Vivian: Philip, I thought you were getting the car. What's going on?
Philip: Oh, that committee nailed another judge. I sure am glad we don't have anything to hide. Will?
Will: Hey, look. I found that Chevette. The body was already in the trunk too.
Vivian: Honey, come on, we're gonna be late for the party.
Philip: I am serious, Will. You stay out of trouble. The slightest indiscretion could cost me my job. [Geoffrey drops another glass]