[a severed hand coms through the X-ray machine in the mail room]
#97R492 James Robson: Holy Shit. Vern, you'd better come over here.
Vernon 'Vern' Schillinger: What is it?
#97R492 James Robson: Package for Tobias Beecher.
Vernon 'Vern' Schillinger: Shit. Officer Howell! You'd better get over here!
Officer Claire Howell: What the fuck is that?
Vernon 'Vern' Schillinger: A child's hand.
[cut to Beecher bawling loudly in his pod]
[the FBI names Keller as a possible suspect]
Tobias 'Toby' Beecher: No. Not Chris. It can't be him.
Mrs. Beecher: How can you be so sure?
Tobias 'Toby' Beecher: I know Chris, Mother. Intimately.
Mrs. Beecher: Intimately?
Tobias 'Toby' Beecher: He's my lover.
[Mr. and Mrs. Beecher are horrified]
[Querns just took over Em City]
Martin Querns: For me, drugged-out prisoners make for a quiet cell block. So you can sell whatever you want to whoever you want. I don't care. I'll be looking the other way.
Simon Adebisi: On one condition, right?
Martin Querns: Gee, you *are* a smart one. One condition. No violence, I mean none! ZERO!
Chris Keller: [as Keller is being sent off to another prison] Don't worry, we'll meet again. If not here then in Heaven.
Tobias 'Toby' Beecher: Do you think we'll really get in?
Chris Keller: You and me together? God doesn't have the balls to keep us out.