Tobias Beecher:
I didn't kill Shemin.
Simon Adebisi:
Yeah, but you fucked him, though.
Tobias Beecher:
Once. He was lousy.
[
Browne slams Beecher's head against a desk]
Tobias Beecher:
So were you, Mondo!
[
Browne slams his head again]
Tobias 'Toby' Beecher:
[
watching the Miss Sally show] I'd like a four way with Nooter and Pecky.
William Giles:
[
repeatedly] Peter... Peter Marie.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler:
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy motherfuckin' birthday...
Simon Adebisi:
[
puts his arm around him] To Kenny...
[
blows out candle]
[
Morales and Pancamo approach Adebisi pissed at the way the drug trade has been set up]
Simon Adebisi:
Hello, boys.
Prisoner #97P468 Charles Pancamo:
We gotta talk.
Simon Adebisi:
So talk.
Enrique Morales:
What the fuck are you doing? We're your partners. You think you're gonna fuck us over and we're just gonna take it up the ass?
Simon Adebisi:
Morales, nobody wants your ass.
Prisoner #97P468 Charles Pancamo:
Johnson hits me with his fucking stick, throws Zanghi in the hole. That ain't the fucking deal, Adebisi.
Enrique Morales:
Besides, it's been 10 days since we've seen any green. You pocketing the profits?
Simon Adebisi:
No, there's plenty of profits. But, there's been a change in the organization.
Enrique Morales:
How so?
Simon Adebisi:
Well, you know, we three were partners, and now we're not.
Enrique Morales:
What?
Simon Adebisi:
I don't need you boys anymore.
Enrique Morales:
You lookin' to start a war?
Simon Adebisi:
Now, if there was a war, you'd lose. Look around.
[
Adebisi points out that Em City is now overwhelmingly Black]
Simon Adebisi:
See all these faces? They match mine. No, boys, there won't be any war.
Prisoner #97P468 Charles Pancamo:
And why the fuck not?
Simon Adebisi:
Because you and your pal are about to take a little holiday over to Unit B.
Enrique Morales:
What? When?
Simon Adebisi:
[
Points to the two Black COs coming up the stairs] Oh, look. I would say now.
Simon Adebisi:
Hey, I'm gonna miss you. Say "hi" to Schillinger for me, huh?
[
the Latino and Sicilian Inmates are being transferred out of Em City]
Martin Querns:
As you can see, we have some more prisoner transfers, including trustees Pancamo and Morales. So, I'm naming Supreme Allah and Poet to replace them as trustees.
[
Black inmates start chanting]
[
Repeated line]
Robert Rebadow:
God told me.
James Robson:
Sorry to hear about Leroy Tidd. Or Ooga Booga. Or whatever the fuck you call him.
[
Kareem starts choking and beating Robson badly]
James Robson:
You fucking nigger!
Kareem Said:
Do you want to see the nigger in me?
[
beating intensifies]
Kareem Said:
Do you want to *see* the nigger in *me*?
[
continues beating Robson to a pulp]
[
repeated line]
Martin Querns:
DON'T fuck with Querns!
Chris Keller:
Hey, I'm gonna see you today, right?
Sister Pete:
Three o'clock, visiting one of your ex-wives.
Chris Keller:
Yeah.
Sister Pete:
Which one? Kitty or Angelique?
Chris Keller:
Bonnie, wife number 2 and number 4, she's the best.
Sister Pete:
Hmmm.
Chris Keller:
There she is, there she is.
Sister Pete:
Aha, a redhead.
Chris Keller:
No, the other one.
Sister Pete:
Chris she's...
Chris Keller:
Huge.
Sister Pete:
Well, did she gain some weight after the divorce?
Chris Keller:
No, she was that way when I married her. Both times. Bye.
[
He goes into the visitation room and starts making out with Bonnie]
Chris Keller:
You saw my ex, Bonnie. When I met her she was all alone, very unhappy. So I knew it would be easy to get her to fall in love with me. But what I didn't know... was after I broke her heart would she still love me.
[
He pauses and lets this settle]
Chris Keller:
See, I'm a piece of shit. I am worthless. As bad as they come and to have someone keep loving me, no matter how bad...
[
he pauses]
Chris Keller:
You happy now? You got me to open up and spill my guts all over your table.
Arnold 'Poet' Jackson:
[
after Seeing White Patches on Skin] DAMN, I might be able to get a cab now
[
homeboys laugh]
[
repeated line]
Agamemnon "The Mole" Busmalis:
This is the best Miss Sally ever.
Murphy:
Gentlemen, this room here is the, uh, computer room. Call me crazy, but I think when I see people in this room, they should be using computers. But you three aren't, which leads me to guess, you know, 'cause I'm such a bright fella, that you're here for a different reason. Now forgive me for being distrustful, that probably means you're up to no good.
[
Guerra and Hernandez get up to leave]
Murphy:
That's right, take a hike. Let's go. You too, Simon.
Simon Adebisi:
I am using the computer.
Murphy:
Ah. Well, can I give you one little small suggestion? Turn it on.
Nikolai Stanislofsky:
You know what I miss more than anything about being free? Taking a bath. I hate showers. To sit and soak in a hot tub with bubbles everywhere...
[
says 'amazing' in Russian]
Ryan O'Reily:
I bet you even had a rubber ducky, huh Nikolai?
Nikolai Stanislofsky:
Rubber ducky?
Ryan O'Reily:
Yeah.
Nikolai Stanislofsky:
What is rubber ducky?
Augustus Hill:
A product of capitalist imperialism.
Augustus Hill:
You swat at a fly, step on an ant, squash a cockroach, you don't think much of it. In fact, killing a bug gives you a sense of accomplishment. Fucking ant was ruining your picnic, cockroach was crawling through your kitchen cabinets. You put an end to their disgusting, miserable little lives and make a better world for everyone. Only, for every one you kill, more appear. Bigger, uglier, meaner than before.
James Robson:
You better watch your mouth, prag.
Franklin Winthrop:
Hey! I'm not a prag anymore, pal! As for watching my mouth, well, you're the one with the nigger gums!
[
Robson gets dragged away by the Aryans]
Franklin Winthrop:
Bye Bye.
98M232 Carlos Martinez:
Hey, Brass!
98M232 Carlos Martinez:
You drink?
Officer Dave Brass:
Why, you wanna go grab a couple of beers?
98M232 Carlos Martinez:
How about a blood-piss-shit-puke cocktail, Motherfucker?
[
Martinez throws bowel mixture into his face]
98M232 Carlos Martinez:
[
Brass screams, Martinez laughs and is beaten down]
Augustus Hill:
OZ. The name on the street for the Oswald State Correctional Facility, Level 4.
[
Keller is leaving to stand trial in Massachusetts for a murder he did not commit]
Chris Keller:
See ya.
Tobias Beecher:
[
scoffs] When?
Chris Keller:
Back here. Or in heaven.
Tobias Beecher:
You really think we're going to get into heaven?
Chris Keller:
Aw, you and me together. God doesn't have the balls to keep us out.
[
Keller is pulled away by the guards, zoom in on Beecher's sad face, Augustus begins narration]
Augustus Hill:
The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same.
[
cut to Augustus, sitting in the dark]
Augustus Hill:
There's always a scar. Which is meant, I guess, to remind you that - even for a little while - someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with. Proudly. All the days of your life.
[
blackout]
[
repeated line]
Tim McManus:
Get him the fuck out of here!
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