- [Harry has been taking care of a man's funeral ashes in a small urn]
- Harry Stone: Hey, this thing's empty!
- Art Fensterman: Oh that, yeah I'm sorry, Your Honor, I had to use that herb tea to test the coffee maker.
- Harry Stone: Art, this wasn't herb tea! This was Herb!
- [they look over and see Dan standing at the coffee maker, his mug frozen against his lips]
- 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.