Night Court1984

Lorna Huebner:
Your Honor, my father's dying words were, "No matter what, don't make me go with Arlene."

Arlene Huebner:
Why, you lying...!

Harry Stone:
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Dying words? Is Dad dead?

Dan Fielding:
As a kipper on a cracker!

[shocked looks]

Dan Fielding:
I'm sorry to say.

Harry Stone:
Well, the way you were just talking about him, I kind of got the impression that he was, you know, here.

Bull Shannon:
He is, Your Honor.

[Bull holds up a small urn and places it on Harry's desk]

Bull Shannon:
This is Mr. Hubner.

Harry Stone:
Gee, he's a lot shorter than I pictured.