Dr. Hoover: Speaking as a doctor, I think your daughter oughta be heavily sedated and immediately institutionalized.
Philip: Well, speaking as a lawyer, I only say that your daughter suits the criminal profile to a T, right down to the low-sloping forehead, and the wide jaws suitable for grains and small rodents!
Dr. Hoover: I think you must have her confused with yo' momma.
(Philip punches Hoover in the mouth and Hoover falls into Will's lap)
Will: That's it, Uncle Phil! You're grounded! (to Dr. Hoover) You know, I'd be happy to prescribe something for that.