Philip: Judge Robertson, what are you doing here, sir?
Judge Robertson: Philip, it's good to see you again, my boy. How long has it been: 10, 15 years?
Philip: We just had dinner a few weeks ago, sir.
Judge Robertson: We did? Did I leave here with my pants on?
Philip: Yes.
Judge Robertson: Oh, thank God. [laughs] But that means you must throw a lousy party. But enough about you, Philip. Look, Philip, you got to help me. You're the only one I can trust. I just heard that they found someone to run against me.
Philip: Judge, we discussed that over dinner. I'm running against you.
Judge Robertson: What? How dare you! Get out of my house! Out! Lionel, show him the door. [storms off upstairs]