Will: Hey, Uncle Phil.
Philip: Big Zeke to you.
Will: Uncle Phil, how you gonna be mad at me? You always telling me to do the right thing.
Philip: So? You never listened to me before, why did you have to do it now?
Will: What was I supposed to do? Just let Duke's killer get away?
Philip: I know. I know you did what you had to do.
Will: Man, I just hope the FBI catches him before he gets to me.
Philip: You scared, son?
Will: Not so much now that you're here. Hey, man, look, want to try fishing tomorrow?
Philip: Oh, can't. Tomorrow I start my new job at the manure plant. Sleep tight, Floyd.
Will: Good night, Big Zeke.