Philip: Mr. Devins, I find it difficult to believe that you've put forth an honest effort to find employment.
Luther: Yeah, I'm willing to take any kind of job, Your Honor. I'm good with my hands. I can fix practically anything.
Philip: Then why are you unemployed?
Luther: I'm an ex-con. Nobody wants to hire an ex-con.
Philip: Oh, please. That's a very lame excuse, Mr. Devins. Are you aware that I'm perfectly within my rights to send you back to prison?
Will: Hey, yo, Uncle Judge. Hey, Uncle Phil, you could give him a job.
Philip: Are you crazy? He's an ex-con.
Will: Come on, Uncle Phil. All that stuff that's broken around the house. And plus, I'm telling you, I got a good feeling about this guy. Look at him.
Philip: I don't think that would work, Will.
Will: Aw, Uncle Phil, remember what your pop said "Uh, it is better to give than to receive."
Philip: I really, really hate you.
Will: Love you, too, Uncle Phil.