— See, this stuff has become so mundane to me that I've created a character who's terrified about going back to prison. And through him, I hope to feel, once again, the old rush.
— You carry on.
— Good. 'Cause I can't go back there, man. Not after what they did to Johnny. Oh, Johnny. He was the best. I wish you'd known him. Those guards worked him over good. They shanked him with a shiv. And they shivved him with a shank. Over a pack of smokes. Johnny, you were too beautiful for this world, man.
Chicks, ah? They're all soft and cuddly, but you'll never get to be with one.
— How'd you end up with a bornagain Christian sister?
— I don't know. Maybe the TV was broken one day and she picked up the Bible and found it to be just a darn good read. Or maybe it had something to do with our mother's ability to watch silently as our dad drunkenly knocked us from room to room. What do you think, Newbie?
— Probably the room to room thing.
How is it that no man understands that every woman, whether she's 16 or 60, still has that awkward, insecure, self-conscious teenage girl inside of her?
— Hey.
— Hey. So, I got this extra kidney I'm not using.
I know you say you love us all equally, but you don't, do you? I'm onto you, Big Man.
Hey, champ! What has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap? Bob Kelso. How ya doin'.
What do you say, you wanna trade your big problems for mine?