[in his will, Cutler left everything to Miguel Alvarez]
Vern Schillinger: I'm gonna suggest this now, Alvarez. Or I'll find a way to make it happen later. You sign over all of Cutler's stuff to his widow.
Miguel Alvarez: I already thought about that.
James Robson: Don't think, spic! DO!
Miguel Alvarez: You know, maybe I should just sign all his assets over to *you*, Roby. Seeing as how you already gave him *yo' ass*.
[Miguel walks away]
James Robson: Cunt!
[Beecher is back in Oz, having been set up by Keller]
Tobias Beecher: [to Sister Pete and McManus] Same old story. I got fucked in the ass.
Augustus Hill: A man stands in a cemetery, reading a letter he wrote forgiving his long dead father. The mother of a girl killed by a drunk driver is racked with fantasies of retaliation. Your boyfriend begs you for one more chance. You say to your mirror you're done hating yourself. But you know you're not. Maybe instead of forgive and forget, it should be forgive and remember. Remember that you might have to wake up tomorrow and forgive all over again. And again, and again, the way your heart keeps beating like a drum. Forgive. I can't. You can. Forgive. Forgive. I can't. You can. Forgive.