Death Sentence2007

Bodie:
Nice office, motherf***er.

Nicholas "Nick" Hume:
What the hell do you want?

[hands Nick a wrapped package]

Bodie:
That's the gift of freedom, baby.

Armed Guard:
Sir, should we escort the person out? Sir?

Bodie:
Free from wondering how you gonna die now. You're free from wondering if you're gonna die alone, you hear?

Armed Guard:
[to guards] Get him out of here.

Bodie:
'Cause you'll get joy and grace all over... when you finally meet your maker.