Will: Uncle Phil, what's going on, man? [Uncle Phil mutters] Would you like to buy a vowel?
Philip: [sighs] You know, this trial is gonna be the death of me. We lost another juror today.
Will: Oh, really? Hey, did you check under your robe? You know what, I can see you're not in the mood for that right now.
Here. Come on. Right here. Right here. So come on, man. What happened?
Philip: He was writing a book. The bailiff found him hiding in the men's room with his laptop.
Will: You sure he wasn't just downloading his floppy? [laughs] Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Philip: Ha-ha-ha! Shut up. Can you hear me?