-Hey, can a brother get some air-conditioning up here, cuz? It's hotter than a crack ho's mouth, man.
- shit, to hell with the a.c., man. Give me the crack ho.
-Yo, Fish, what you looking at? You look kind of pretty to be up in here, man. Fish!
-Suggest you take a seat, Fish. Ain't nothing to do up in here but serve time. Ain't nobody gonna serve it for you. Welcome to prisneyland, Fish.
-You want to talk about it?
-It's not worth talking about.
-If it's keeping you up, it is.
-It's just... It's nothing, you know, Michael's case.
-You did the best you could.
-Yeah, but he didn't. He just sort of rolled over. He didn't put up a fight. It is not like him. I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about him.
-Hey, if it's on your mind, it's on your mind, right? Good night.
-All lanes, start coming out. All lanes start coming out.
-Trey Street Deuces got the hoops. Nortenos got the bleachers. Woods got the weight pile. CO's got the rest. I'm telling you, the guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place. The only difference between us and them is the badge.
-Who's the pet lover?
-He'll deny it, but he's D.B. Cooper. Parachuted out of a plane 30 years ago, with $1.5 million in cash.
-Doesn't look like the type.
-Who does? Hey, what up, wholesale? You okay?
-Gonna(Going to) be greater later.
-Yeah.
-What you doing with this fish, man?
-This my new cellie.
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