Oz, Season Five

Vern Schillinger:
Not much of a meal there.

James Robson:
Yeah, nothing cold or crunchy.

Inmate:
Why, are you on a diet?

James Robson:
Because it hurts, dipshit, do I look fat to you? Goddamn it! Suddenly ice cream, croutons, it's like getting your gums raked. What the fuck is that?

Inmate:
They're probably recessive. My old man had bad gums.

Vern Schillinger:
When's the last time you got a cleaning?

James Robson:
I don't know, five or six years ago. I hate the fucking dentist.

Inmate:
Don't fuck around with you mouth. My old man didn't deal, his mouth ended up a train wreck.

Vern Schillinger:
If I was you, I'd see Dr. Faraj. You don't want to be slurping turkey milk shakes in middle age.

James Robson:
Faraj? I don't want some sand niggers paws probing in my mouth.

Vern Schillinger:
They wear gloves now, you know, since AIDS came along.

James Robson:
Oh.

Vern Schillinger:
Jesus, how long has it really been?