You get out of the courtroom, into the Defendant's Lobby.
"Well done, dude!", Larry says as he finds you outside the courtroom. You shake hands. "You got me off the hook in just one day! Man, know I know why Nick recommended you!"
"Yeah, but we still have to- Wait a minute…. who's that Nick?"
"The man who recommended me to you! Nick! That's how I call my best friend, Phoenix Wright! You must know him, after all he recommended-"
"PHOENIX WRIGHT, YOU SAY?!?!?"
"-…you."
"I know a Phoenix Wright! We went to kindegarden together! Oh, I remember those days…"
"Wait a min… did you just say you remember your kindergarden-dirty diaper-days? How do you do that?"
"Don't know. But what I do know is that I know Phoenix Wright! He used to pinch my eyes all the time with his hair."
"So Nick had spiky hair even when he was a baby! Woa, that's wierd…"
"But how did he know I'm a laywer now?"
"Well, he told me that…"
Suddenly, the bailiff starts to scream again. "HEY YO LAWYER DUDE! THE TRIAL IS ABOUT TO CONTINUE, YOU JACKASS! AND YOU TO, BUTZ! TO THE COURTROOM, NOW!"
"Well, maybe I'll be able to tell you later. Let's go now."
"Yeah… I guess…"
