(..) My final speech is shit. But to be fair to myself, which I always like to be, the writing's no good. So change it. It would all just be farting, belching, and slapping without you. How would you change it? The queen loves her son more than anything. And he was taken from her (..)

(..) You know what I'm saying? Six-to-twelve, armed burglary. Said he pulled hundreds of jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung as he was. You cut a loud fart, he jumped three feet. Talked all the time too. That's the other thing. He never shut up. Places he'd been in... Even people he killed. (..)

(..) Open that cell. Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison! Son of a bitch! Captain, take it easy! If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here tonight... ...I swear by God and Jesus, you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here. Call the trustees. Take that (..)