Lieutenant Hendricks: I'm really sorry, Your Honor.
Will: Yeah. Just tell your boy he'd better be at the next march.
Lieutenant Hendricks: You know, your limo is here and it's ready to take you and your nephew home. There's no charges, there's no publicity, and there's no reporters. No hard feelings?
Philip: No chance.
Tiny: Hey, Banks? You done all right for yourself, man.
Philip: Take care of yourself, Tiny.
Tiny: I'll see you on the outside, brother. Happy Thanksgiving.
Philip: Same to you.