Judge: Mr. Smith.
Will: Thank you. Your Honor, I'm from West Philadelphia, born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. I don't have a big bag of fancy courtroom tricks. Or a high-priced degree from Princeton like my worthy adversary, Judge Philip Banks. But what I do have is the truth!
Philip: Oh, shut up, Will! Your Honor, Mr. Smith is making a mockery of the entire legal system.
Will: And this man is making a mockery of a finely cut Italian suit.
Judge: Order in the court.

Hilary: Thank you, Chet. It's good to be back. Yes, I'm here at the Farmers Market, and as you can see my fans haven't forgotten me.
Man: Why haven't you answered any of my letters?
Hilary: Well, the good news is the heat wave is over. L.A. will have a high tomorrow of only 65. [crowd cheers] Oh, sorry, that "LA" stands for Louisiana. Our high will be 112. [crowd groans] Well, they have the same abbreviation. This is Hilary Banks surrounded by ordinary people at the Farmers Market. Now back to you, Chet. Don't any of you touch me.

Philip: I can't believe she wore that dress.
Geoffrey: Would you like a Swedish meatball, sir?
Philip: Don't mind if I do.
Geoffrey: Ah-ah. Only one, sir. The rest are for Master William and his friends, poolside.
Philip: What? I can't believe that he would deliberately disobey me!
Geoffrey: I wouldn't call it disobedience, sir. It's more like outright defiance.
Philip: That's it! [exits]
Geoffrey: [to himself] Dance, puppets, dance!