Rusty: Your Honor, we think we have a solution to this problem.
Judge: You have a solution?
Judge: Well, that's highly unusual, but, uh, proceed.
Rusty: Well, as you know, in cases of this nature, it's always the children who suffer.
Judge: The court agrees. How do you propose to solve the problem of who lives where?
Little Ricky: Rusty's daddy has the lease, so they should stay at our house.
Rusty: That's very generous of you, but I'm afraid it won't work. You stay in your house and we'll stay in the guest house. You know how your mother is.
Little Ricky: Yeah, I know. (hangs head)
Judge: Well, that's very fine, but, uh, what about the Mertzes?
Linda: I know!
Judge: Oh well, come up here, little lady. Approach the bench. I'd like to hear what you have to say. Come right up here. (places Linda on his lap) There we are. There.
Linda: We feel Mr. Mertz should take his wife to Miami for two months. In the first place, it will unfreeze his ears. In the second place, it will remove the curse of being a tightwad.
Judge: Splendid idea. It is so ordered.
Ethel: (stands) Hooray!
Fred: (stands) What'd he say?
Ethel: I'll tell you when we get to Florida.
Fred: Who says I'm takin' you to Florida?
Ethel: (points to the judge) His Honor says.
Fred: (sits) Oh, yes sir.