[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!
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.