Brubaker1980

Bullen:
I got picked up for vagrancy - a misdemeanor. Next morning, the toilet's broke clean off the damn wall. There's six men in the cell, and they stick me with destruction of city property over $50. Felony number three.

Brubaker:
Habitual. That judge gives you life for a toilet.

Bullen:
Yeah, or give me the toilet for life. Same difference. Anyhow; here I am shoveling sh*t for dead men.

Brubaker:
Instead, how'd you like to be a trustee, and run my motorpool?

Bullen:
Mr. Brubaker, I've been studying you since you first come in. And it's come clear to me that you are one weird f***ing individual. I ain't got you figgered out yet - whether you're a good thing or a bad one.

Brubaker:
Does that mean you'll run my motorpool?

Bullen:
[whistles] Wear them khakis? Get me a guitar? Be the warden's new boy?

Brubaker:
No, you're smarter than that.

Bullen:
The whole world's f***ed up, Mr. Brubaker. Ain't no use.