Will: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up here a minute. I'm sorry, Uncle Phil. A man is dead here, people.
I mean, did he not feel pain when he was hurt? I mean, did he not shiver when he was cold? Did he not dream? I mean, he was only human, but yes, he was human. And I fail to believe that the world can profit from a man's death. And I think each and every one of you should be really ashamed of yourselves.
Man: And who are you?
Will: [stammers] I'm the dude that killed him. [applause] Tough room.
Philip: Yeah.