How 'bout a Fresca?

[Danny walks inside Judge Smails' office, where Smails is seated around, and has a seat, awaiting his disciplinary action for his involvement with Lacey] Danny Noonan:
Judge Smails, sir? Judge Smails:
[not realizing Danny's already seated]
Sit down, Danny. [turns around in his chair, slightly hitting his desk; Both Danny and Smails tries to see their faces] Judge Smails:
Danny, I think you know why you are here, so I'll... do us both the courtesy of not reviewing what happened yesterday... [angrily shoves the lamp to the side, but calms down] Judge Smails:
Sorry. My niece is the kind of girl who has a certain... zest of living. The last thing any of us need right now is a lot of loose talk about her behavior. Danny Noonan:
I swear, I didn't tell anybody anything, sir. Judge Smails:
[relief sigh]
Good. Good, good. [stands up] Judge Smails:
You know, despite what happened, I-I'm still convinced you have many fine qualities and I... I think you can still become a gentleman some day if you understand and abide by the rules of decent society. [pats Danny on his shoulder] Judge Smails:
Danny, Danny, there's a lot of, uh, well, badness in the world today. I see it in court today. I've sentenced boys younger than you to the gas chamber. Didn't wanna do it, but felt I owed it to them. The most important decision you can make right now is what do you stand for, Danny? Goodness... or badness? Danny Noonan:
I know I make some bad mistakes in the past. I'm willing to make up for that. I wanna be good. Judge Smails:
Good. Good, very good. You know, I... I know how hard it is for young people today and I wanna help. Well, just ask my grandson, Spaulding. He and I are regular pals. Are you my pal, Mr. scholarship winner? Danny Noonan:
[shakes Smails' hand]
Yes, sir. I'm your pal. Judge Smails:
[chuckles]
How 'bout a Fresca?