Oz, Season Four

Murphy:
Like a cannibal?

McManus:
A cannibal eats somebody else's flesh.

Murphy:
So what do you call a guy who eats his own flesh?

McManus:
Inventive.

Keller:
Oz didn't make you a bitch. You were born one.

Shirley:
She was cheating on you?

Moses:
Yeah. With her husband.

Shirley:
They were married?

Moses:
Bitch told me they was through. I don't f*** with another man's wife! I got principles.

Shirley:
Oh, I love a man with principles.

McManus:
She fell in love with a bobby?

Sister Pete:
No, not a bobby, Tim! He's a guard. He guards the queen.

McManus:
Well, then I'm sure they'll have a lot in f***ing common!

Beecher:
I don't want to love him, but I do.

O'Reily:
A little birdie told me a secret about you and I just came to see if it was true. You got a cell phone?

Nikolai:
No.

O'Reily:
Oh. Then I guess that's what I get for listening to little birdies. Because if you did have a cell phone, you'd let me borrow it. You'd share, right?

Nikolai:
Share? No. Rent, maybe, if I had one, which I don't.

O'Reily:
I know. You told me, and I believe you. Because that's just the kind of friendship we have, right?

Nikolai:
Right.

O'Reily:
So sorry to bother you.

Nikolai:
Not a problem.

O'Reily:
Bye, Nikolai.

Morales:
I'm a businessman. I like Armani suits, I surf the web.

Morales:
You could be an undercover cocksucker. But undercover cocksuckers aren't allowed to use drugs. (lays a line of cocaine)

Pancamo:
Enjoy.

El Cid:
You know, I want Alvarez dead. I don't know why. It's like this itch that I can't scratch.

Adebisi:
I don't like Jamaicans.

Pancamo:
You don't like anybody.

Schillinger:
I got a job for you to do, for the Brotherhood.

Hank:
How much?

Schillinger:
How much what?

Hank:
How much cash?

Schillinger:
$2,000.

Hank:
I'm all yours, daddy.

Querns:
Don't f*** with Querns!

Shirley:
(the morning of her execution) Woke up with a crick in my neck. Must've slept wrong.

Moses:
Maybe stress.

Shirley:
In any case, the hangin'll take care of the crick.

Hill:
We are merciful because We ourselves want to be saved

Hill:
God expects Mercy. He demands it. And yet how much mercy does He show us?

Reporter:
Shirley, do you have any thoughts as the hour approaches?

Shirley:
Thoughts? Of course I have thoughts, how could I not?

Reporter:
Would you share them with us?

Shirley:
Sure. I'm wondering why anyone cares what my thoughts are. Sure as hell didn't care when my husband was drunk and beat me. Or my father-in-law rape me. No, it wasn't until I killed my daughter, until I did something horrific that what I think matters. All I wanted was for someone to pay attention and now that they finally are, I see that my life then, or now, isn't worth shit.

Beecher:
It's funny, I can't cry. I don't have any tears left.

Zanghi:
Chucky, are you afraid of dying?

Pancamo:
No.

Officer Howell:
(knocking on cell door) What the f*** you doing with a cigarette, Pancamo?

Pancamo:
Smoking it.

Officer Howell:
Put it out, now! Or I'm coming in there.

Pancamo:
Now, her I'm afraid of.

Sister Pete:
The man's dying, Leo. I think in this case, ending his life would be a blessing.

Warden Glynn:
But that's euthanasia. I thought your church was against euthanasia.

Sister Pete:
My church is against a lot of things I'm not.

Keller:
Adebisi and Said, hand-in-hand?

O'Reily:
It's the end of the f***ing universe.

Adebisi:
I have everything. Everything I need. Every love satisfied. But it's not enough.

Adebisi:
I know you have come here to destroy me.

Said:
No, Simon. I want to help you change.

Adebisi:
That is what would destroy me. I am what I am just as you are and I do what I do, just as you must.

Said:
Does this mean you're going to kill me?

Adebisi:
Kill you? I wanna kiss you, because I admire you more than I desire you.

Cyril O'Reilly:
We don't choose God. God chooses us.

Keller:
All bullshit aside, I want God to pick me.

Adebisi:
We are, all of us, bad men. That's what we have in common.

Hill:
Journalists are supposed to be impartial. They're supposed to keep their personal opinions to themselves. However, on TV, we know what the reporter is feeling. We see Sam Donaldson or Andrea Mitchell giving us the facts, but with the camera that close up we can also tell by a raised eyebrow or a tiny inflection what they really think about the person they're reporting on. Now, Walter Cronkite, he had the poker face. Nobody ever knew what ol' Walt was thinking. So while he was telling the truth, he was also lying to the camera. That's genius!

McManus:
Any questions?

Keller:
Uh, yes, Mr. McManus, sir! Just how big is your penis?

Omar White:
I don't like you.

Guerra:
Oh, you don't like me?

Omar White:
Yeah, I don't know if it's your hair, the way you look, the way you smell. It's just something about you rubs me the wrong way!

Guerra:
Oh yeah? F*** you, n*gger.

Omar White:
Hey, Busmalis! I know your secret.

Busmalis:
I have a secret?

Omar White:
A little secret about dirt, ya dig?

Keller:
You know, sometimes I think I killed all those guys 'cause I wanted to kill the part of me I despise.

Murphy:
If you're so afraid of the work, LoPresti, go back to selling used cars.

McManus:
You see?

LoPresti:
Don't be an asshole.

O'Reily:
If I get old and wrinkled, will you still love me?

Wick:
(on the medical testing) Other than the lice, I feel great. Thinking maybe I'm one of the five that got the placebo. (Slumps over and dies)

Keller:
I'm telling you Supreme Allah knows we whacked Shemin and Browne and we pinned the murders on him.

O'Reily:
How could he? I didn't tell him, you didn't tell him.

Keller:
Hey, maybe he figured it out. Both of them were guys Beecher f***ed.

O'Reily:
So maybe he thinks that you did it, but not me.

Keller:
What, are you looking to hang me out to dry, there, O'Reily?

O'Reily:
No. Look, maybe I can go see Allah, figure out what he really knows. You can trust me, K-boy.

Keller:
I got no other choice.

Supreme Allah:
Oz minus Keller and O'Reily equals justice.

Keller:
I'll see you.

Beecher:
When?

Keller:
Back here. Or in heaven.

Beecher:
You really think we're gonna get into heaven?

Keller:
Ah, you and me together. God doesn't have the balls to keep us out.

Sister Pete:
You said you wanted God to choose you but you thought it was too late? It's never too late. God finally did choose you, Chris. And He chose wisely.

Keller:
I love the irony: I've gotten away with all those murders I actually committed and here I am confessing to one I'm innocent of.

Schillinger:
I need to believe in something.Something besides Hate

Hill:
The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There's always a scar, which is meant, I guess, to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with, proudly, all the days of your life.

Hill:
They say that every snowflake is diffrent. But how can they really be sure? I mean, think of all the snowflakes that have fallen all over the world throughout Earth's history. The Law of Averages dictate that at least two of them had to be similar. Like human beings, like the men in Oz, even if they start out unique, they all end up the same.

Redding:
I ain't gonna apologize for who I am or what I done, all right? Do I wish things had been diffrent? Sure. Do I wish we'd lived on one of those fancy homes on Kellogg Boulevard? Sure. But I don't hope and I don't dream. I take a shit in this world, I see reality and I make the best of it.

Hill:
Back in the old Greek times there lived a man named Orpheus. Loved his wife, took it easy on the Ouzo, played a mean guitar. Upstanding guy. So what the almighty gods do? They f***ed with him. Made his life Hades. Why? 'Cause that's what those in power do to those of us with none

Hill:
Love conquers all? Never has, never will.

Yood:
(after knocking Howell down a flight of stairs) Maybe I got lucky and she's dead.

Robson:
Yo! Sorry about what happened to Leroy Tidd, or Ooga booga, or whatever the f*** you called him.

Robson:
You f***ing n*gger!

Said:
NIGGER! You wanna see the n*gger in me!

Said:
You wanna SEE the n*gger in ME!

Robson:
[in the hospital] That spade motherf***in', that cock motherf***, motherf***in' NIGGER!

Arif:
The Aryans must be punished. We will NO LONGER tolerate their actions! From now on each and every one if us is on point!

Schillinger:
So Said's n*gger ass is in the hole, it looks like Arif's in charge. These motherf***ers are more pissed off than ever. I want you guys to watch each other's backs. Carry weapons from now on. This shit's coming down and it's coming down hard.

Hughes:
I hereby declare this the Republic of Huru! Huru! Huru! Huru!

Leo Glynn:
For the past 2 weeks, we have been in 24 hour lockdown. Now, I’m not gonna go into the specifics as to what caused the situation. You know it. I’ve brought you together to say this: When the lockdown ends, depends on you. It is my intention to put this prison back on a routine schedule. But, hear me good. If there is one single incident of race-related violence, I will lock you away again, black and white, 24-7, for the rest of your fucking lives.

Vern Schillinger:
Hey, Beecher, this one’s for you.

Tobias Beecher:
It’s empty.

Vern Schillinger:
Yeah. We had to confiscate the contents.

Tobias Beecher:
A letter from my grandmother? What could have possibly been in here that you had to confiscate it?

Vern Schillinger:
Well, if I told you, then you’d know.

[Em City. Devlin is on TV]:

James Devlin:
You know, when I was first elected Governor, crime was out of control, but we went to work, fighting for three strikes and you're out...

[cuts to Em City prisoners]

Bob Rebadow:
That bastard's running for another term after all the crap he’s pulled.

Agamemnon Busmalis:
I’m voting for him.

Bob Rebadow:
What? Why?

Agamemnon Busmalis:
Well, things are better now then they were 4 years ago.

Bob Rebadow:
Better for who? Not for us.

Agamemnon Busmalis:
Well, in general life has improved across the state since Devlin took office. The economy is up, crime is down.

Jaz Hoyt:
You’d actually vote for that asshole?

Agamemnon Busmalis:
Yes.

Augustus Hill:
You can’t vote. You were convicted of a felony. You are no longer eligible to vote.

Agamemnon Busmalis:
Really?

Augustus Hill:
Really.

Agamemnon Busmalis:
Oh, well, that’s okay. I never used to vote anyway.

[cuts back to TV]

TV announcer:
The courage to lead. James Devlin, Governor.

Shirley Bellinger:
I want to be lost in oblivion.

Shirley Bellinger:
You forgive me?

Zeke Bellinger:
Yes.

Shirley Bellinger:
What makes you think I want your fucking forgiveness?

Zeke Bellinger:
Now, Shirley, don't cuss.

Shirley Bellinger:
You come in here all high and mighty deciding to free me of my guilt? Well, Zeke, I don't feel guilty. I did what l had to do, and unlike you, at least my balls were big enough. You came to console me? Well, I've got a little consolation prize for you. You and the chanteuse ought to go ahead and have yourselves another child, because when Katie died, you didn't lose a child. She wasn't yours.

Zeke Bellinger:
What?

Shirley Bellinger:
Your father raped me. That child was his seed.

Augustus Hill:
Mercy is the compassion we feel for someone else's misfortune. Mercy compels us to alleviate that misfortune. Mercy is a child of charity, but the sister of justice because both are about the invisible link that exists between people. Mercy is spontaneous because misery is involuntary.

Bob Rebadow:
An extraordinary experience watching the life fade from someone's eyes. Even as he was dying, Hernandez's instinct was to kill me for killing him. Survival meant less to him than revenge.

Martin Querns:
The warden is correct. I have served in many correctional facilities, but what he didn't say was that, like most of you, I come from the streets. I'm not some candy-ass, white liberal looking to turn you into better citizens. I intend to meet with each of you individually, but until that time, keep one principle in mind: don't fuck with Querns.

Leo Glynn:
You only see the world as black and white. Trust me, life is gray, as gray as these fucking walls.

Augustus Hill:
The criminal mind-- For the past 200 years, scientists, sociologists and other folks who fret about such things, have debated whether a person commits a violent act because of their environment or their biological makeup. What turns on the red crime light in a man's brain? lf we find the cause, can we eliminate the effect? Can we end violence now and forever?

James Robson:
Beecher hasn't been out of his cell for two solid days. He just lies in his bunk sobbing like a wuss.

Vern Schillinger:
Good. That's what's truly elegant about this plan of mine. We don't physically touch Beecher, and yet the damage done is far more hideous.

Augustus Hill:
Genetics or environment? Like in everything else, society searches for the magic bullet-- the easy answer, 'cause the more complex the answer is, the more terrified we become. Is the root of violence much deeper, much darker? How about pure evil? Maybe we human creatures are inherently evil. Maybe evil is ingrained, embedded in our souls. Flip Wilson used to joke, The Devil made me do it. Maybe he was right. Or maybe not.

Bruno Goergen:
[points to forehead injury sustained at the gym] How the fuck is this you watching my back?

Johnny Basil:
I got a CO there as soon as I could.

Bruno Goergen:
You should have pulled those apes off me.

Johnny Basil:
Apes, yeah. Niggers, yeah. I jump in and save you, afucking white redneck asshole, I might as well pack up and leaveOz.

Bruno Goergen:
Well, then maybe you better start packing, 'causeanything like this fucking happens again, everyone's gonna knowwho you are, and you're a dead man, Johnny.

Chris Keller:
[to Schillinger] Hey, Vern. Four marriages, I never had any kids, so I don't know dick about parenting, but you, fuck, you deserve some sort of prize. One son, you give him drugs knowing he'll OD. The other you set up for lethal injection. You're father of the fucking year, but you know what the best news is? When both your sons are dead, that'll be the end of it, 'cause you ain't making any more children. Not in here. So that when you die, your name dies with you. Everything you are dies when you do. And the world'll be a better place.

Ryan O'Reily:
I do things different here in Oz than the way we worked on the street. For instance, when I want someone dead, I never grease them myself. I always-- I always talk someone else into doing the deed for me. I make them believe the person I want dead is their enemy. That way the kill can't be traced back to me.

Patrick Keenan:
That's so cool.

Ryan O'Reily:
You got, what, seven years till parole?

Patrick Keenan:
Uh-huh.

Ryan O'Reily:
You think you'll go the distance?

Patrick Keenan:
Sure, I'll get out.

Ryan O'Reily:
Yeah. That's good. You keep believing that, Patrick. You know how I said that I always get someone to kill for me?

Patrick Keenan:
Yeah.

Ryan O'Reily:
Well in your case, I'm gonna make an exception.

Vern Schillinger:
Look, I said I'd protect you from Keller. I'll protect you. Okay?

Eli Zabitz:
Okay.

Vern Schillinger:
Now buzz off.

[Zabitz leaves]

Vern Schillinger:
Jesus, I thought the Jews were supposed to be tough.

James Robson:
That's just the Israelis.

Vern Schillinger:
Hmm. Kill him. I'm going to take that shot again.

Tobias Beecher:
I prefer to be happy, but self-hate will do in a pinch.

Augustus Hill:
Seven out of 10 inmates are from cities, but 90% of the prisons themselves are in rural areas. You know, farmland, hillsides, forests. Now you'd think such bucolic surroundings would have a calming effect on those inside. But no, out in the wild, things only get wilder.

Augustus Hill:
We are both of us, the same, Mobay. Cop killers. Except every single day, I wish I could take back what I'd done.

Johnny Basil/Desmond Mobay:
Goergen was a monster.

Augustus Hill:
Yeah, it takes a monster to kill a monster, right?

Chucky Pancamo:
Adebisi's turned Em City into a fucking Zulu nation.

Jaz Hoyt:
What the fuck are we supposed to do?

Vern Schillinger:
Create our own country. [goes to McManus' office in Unit B] McManus, we gotta talk.

Tim McManus:
Make an appointment with my secretary.

Vern Schillinger:
This is serious.

Tim McManus:
Yeah, I can tell. You've got that Schillinger scowl going.

Vern Schillinger:
Your precious little dream, your Emerald City, is now a ghetto. You been there lately? Crap all over the floors, drugs everywhere, the lack of primary colours.

Tim McManus:
Well, that Unit is no longer my responsibility.

Vern Schillinger:
Hey, I got no problem with that. What we don't want is that new attitude over there to come wafting this way. They hear about what's going on, empowerment, they're gonna want the same thing here.

Tim McManus:
And you're suggesting what? That we make Unit B all white?

Vern Schillinger:
Yes.

Tim McManus:
Get the fuck away from me.

Vern Schillinger:
Hey, let the niggers have Em City. Fuck, let them have the whole goddamn prison as long as we're safe over here.

Tim McManus:
Goodbye, Vern.

Vern Schillinger:
[kicks office door open] Don't be a bigger fool than you've already been.

Tim McManus:
[presses alarm button] Lockdown! Lock the unit down!

Vern Schillinger:
You'll see! You'll wish you listened to me, McManus!

Tim McManus:
Now!

Tim McManus:
All right, listen up, everybody. I'm ba-ack.

Lisa Logan:
I'm what we call a segment producer. Each of our shows is divided into four ten-minute stories, anchored by a different newsman. I work for Jack Eldridge.

Leo Glynn:
Ah, I like Eldridge. He's a ball-buster. That piece you did on heating oil? You really tagged that corporate clown. Have a seat.

Lisa Logan:
We want to do a three-part series on Oswald. You know, "inside one of America's toughest prisons."

Leo Glynn:
No.

Lisa Logan:
No?

Leo Glynn:
Like I said, I saw what he did to that guy, and I don't want to be that guy.

Lisa Logan:
What have you got to hide?

Leo Glynn:
Nothing. But in the four years since we had the riot, life around here has been rough. Attitudes are just starting to settle down. You bring in a tv camera, you're going to stir the situation up.

Lisa Logan:
Well, I've spoken to the Commissioner, and he's agreed.

Leo Glynn:
I'll call the Governor.

Lisa Logan:
He also agreed.

Leo Glynn:
Well, if you already had permission, if you already knew it was a done deal, why'd you even ask me?

Lisa Logan:
To get your honest reaction.

Arnold "Poet" Jackson:
Hypocrisy. Hip-o-crisy. That's what this is. You see, they strip me of my clothes, they strip me of my rights, they strip me of my self-respect. All 'cause they say I broke the rules, traffickin' in illegals. But they, they more guilty than I could ever be. Fuckin' uppity-ups. They the ones that let Adebisi sing and snort and suck. And when the blood run out, when his blood got split, the truth ran out, and a wall of lies got built. After Said greased him, fucking hacks acted like he ain't never even breathed in. And then the lies got buried with his number.

Cyril O'Reily:
Ryan tells me to take my medicine, but I don't sometimes. Like today.

Jack Eldridge:
What about, uh, before the accident? Do you remember anything about that?

Cyril O'Reily:
There are flashes, once in a while. Like, now. I see you, and I think maybe I know you.

Jack Eldridge:
We've met, years ago, when you were fifteen. You and your brother and I, we talked about your lives in the gang.

Cyril O'Reily:
You make Mama sad. You made Mama cry. You gave my Mama cancer. [Cyril punches Eldridge]

Lisa Logan:
Oh, shit!

Sean Murphy:
Central, this is 11, we've got a 66.

Cyril O'Reily:
Ryan said at the grave that you gave my mother cancer. [he continues to pummel Eldridge]

Ryan O'Reily:
[screaming] Cyril! Cyril! [The SORT team arrives.]

Cyril O'Reily:
You gave my mama cancer!

Ryan O'Reily:
Cyril! Cyril! Cyril! [Cyril is carried away by the SORT team.]

Cyril O'Reily:
You gave my mama cancer!

Ryan O'Reily:
Cyril! Cyril! Cyril!

Cyril O'Reily:
Mama! Mama!

Ryan O'Reily:
Cyril!

Cyril O'Reily:
Ryan!

Lisa Logan:
[runs into pod] Jack, Jack, Jack! Oh, Jack!

Jack Eldridge:
Lisa, did you -

Lisa Logan:
What? Did I what?

Jack Eldridge:
Get it all on tape?

Tim McManus:
Now, when you violate the rules, instead of sending you to the hole, we're going to stick you inside that cage in full view of your adoring public. Any questions?

Chris Keller:
Yes, Mr. McManus, sir. How big is your penis?

Omar White:
Shit, he called me a drug abuser, man. I ain't no drug abuser, Jack. I mean, truth be told, son, I treat my drugs better than most.

Vern Schillinger:
I'm just sick of all this horseshit. I want to concentrate on the birth of my first grandchild. You know, I just want a little taste of happiness.

James Robson:
Vern, you're starting to scare me.

Burr Redding:
I grew up in the ghetto. Pops died when I was 10. I had to quit school, support my family by doing some of everything, from shining shoes to shooting craps. I went to Vietnam, where they taught me how to kill small children and women. I've been in all kind of penitentiaries from Arizona to Alabama and back. And I say all this not out of pride or shame. I just want to make sure that you grasp that l already grasped how things work around here.

Arnold "Poet" Jackson:
Look, old man, let me tell you something--

Burr Redding:
You think old man bothers me? Boy, I done had a whole lot of men tougher than you, you that called me worse didn't make it to old. My age is my honor and my strength.

Arnold "Poet" Jackson:
Shit, you think you can just come up here and take control?

Burr Redding:
Some people are born leaders, others are not. A wise man knows his own limitations. You think on that.

Augustus Hill:
When you take revenge on somebody, you are actually paying them the highest compliment possible. It's like saying, You affected my life to such an extent that I must reciprocate. I must affect your life as deeply as you have mine. Revenge may be the ultimate Hallmark card. Yeah. When you think of it like that, the cliche is true: Revenge is sweet.

Leo Glynn:
Alvarez, you are in this shit hole because you are the lowest form of animal life. Do you understand me?

Jeremiah Cloutier:
You're afraid of losing Kirk to Christ.

Ray Mukada:
He already has Christ.

Jeremiah Cloutier:
That is not Christ. That is show biz on a stick.

Ray Mukada:
Show biz? You, of all people, you have turned faith into a cartoon.

Jeremiah Cloutier:
Be careful, Father. Anger, envy. Those are two of the seven deadly sins.

James Robson:
Yeah, your kid was involved in all kinds of shit. Drug deals and pimping. So there's any number of people who might want him dead.

Vern Schillinger:
This is you consoling me?

Jeremiah Cloutier:
Why don't we pray together?

Vern Schillinger:
How does the quote go? There is a time to be born, a time to die, a time for every purpose under heaven?

Jeremiah Cloutier:
Yes.

Vern Schillinger:
Well, the time for praying is over.

Vern Schillinger:
What's your best memory of your son?

Tobias Beecher:
The first time he came up unprompted and hugged me and said, "Daddy, I love you."

Vern Schillinger:
Beecher, I promise not to hurt your daughter or anybody else in your family. See, I wanna believe that you are innocent of killing Hank. I wanna believe because I need to believe in something. Something besides hate. This grandchild that's coming is my last chance. My last hope. I want this kid to put his arms around my neck and say, "I love you." Because see, I never had that before.

Tobias Beecher:
I am sorry about your son.

Vern Schillinger:
I'm sorry about yours too.

Clayton Hughes:
For the first time, I know who I am, my true self, the thing I was born to do. I can change the world.

Bob Rebadow:
Bachelor parties are one part alcohol, one part strippers. We're in short supply of both.

Clayton Hughes:
Basil, you taking Yood's side against mine?

Johnny Basil:
Yeah, why shouldn't I?

Clayton Hughes:
'Cause of what he is and what we are.

Johnny Basil:
What you are is a fuckwad.

Ryan O'Reily:
Hey, what's up, half-dick?

James Robson:
Fuckin' Mick! Fuck hey! Hey, fuck!

Travis Smith:
Hey! Get in there!

Ryan O'Reily:
Here you go, Alvarez.

Miguel Alvarez:
Stupid fuck.

Ryan O'Reily:
Hey, Smith.

Travis Smith:
Yeah?

Ryan O'Reily:
Jenkins don't look so hot, man.

Travis Smith:
What do you mean? Oh! [Jenkins is hanging in his cell]

Ryan O'Reily:
Guess he won't be eating his chicken nuggets.

Travis Smith:
Ah, sh...

Enrique Morales:
Who's he?

Chucky Pancamo:
Padraic Connolly. That's all we need in this place, another dumb fuckin' spud-eating Mick.

Sister Peter Marie:
As a rule, I don't give up on people, but this guy Omar, may be the exception.

Clayton Hughes:
Robson, you are one ugly motherfucker.

James Robson:
I don't see you modelling in Milan, you black bitch.

Miguel Alvarez:
Hey, shut the fuck up, I'm trying to masturbate.

James Robson:
Carl Jenkins is dead. You got no case against me. I want out of here, Glynn. I want out of here. Glynn, I want out! I want a fucking lawyer! Get me fucking Said, that's the lawyer I need! You motherfucker, get me out of here! [starts barking loudly]

Burr Redding:
This court is now in session.

Tug Daniels:
Fuck you.

Arnold "Poet" Jackson:
Tug Daniels, you been accused of the three "dis's": Disloyal, Dishonest, Disrespectful.

Burr Redding:
How do you plead?

Tug Daniels:
Man, if y'all gonna take me out, just fuckin' take me out, man, stop the bullshit, alright?

Arnold "Poet" Jackson:
You been seen fraternizing with Supreme Allah.

Tug Daniels:
Man, I only let that fool think I was with him, man. As soon as I killed you, him was dead meat.

Arnold "Poet" Jackson:
The prosecution rests.

Burr Redding:
You got any defense?

Tug Daniels:
Yeah, I got a defense. You killing me for the same crime you let Hill walk on. You getting old, Burr, you getting soft. You can't go the distance.

Burr Redding:
Silence!

Tug Daniels:
You know, with me in charge, you motherfuckers would be running Oz.

Burr Redding:
Pay attention to what I'm fixed to tell you. It is the decision of this court that your have been found guilty.

Tug Daniels:
Man, kill this old pussy, not me.

Burr Redding:
Therefore, I hereby sentence you [grab Daniels by the neck] to death. [Daniels is dead] Throw his ass back there, behind the cafeteria. Stick him in the garbage dumpster. Move it!

[inmates watch TV game show "Up Your Ante", with Tim McManus competing against Robert Iler]

Up Your Ante Host:
We start off with $10, and the category today, Tim, is vocabulary. And the question is:what is a tittle?

Tim McManus:
I think I know this. I'm gonna humor you, I'm gonna ask for a hint. Did you cover this in sixth grade English, Robert?

Robert Iler:
Well, first off, I'm in high school. And yeah, they did cover this... In the third grade.

Up Your Ante Host:
Would you like to give him a hint, Robert?

Robert Iler:
It comes with crosses on T's.

Tim McManus:
I saw a show where they were discussing tittles, and it wasn't punctuation.

Robert Iler:
Yeah, it's not punctuation. It's a diacritical mark.

[cut to inmates watching]

Tobias Beecher:
Kid's right.

[cuts back to TV]

Tim McManus:
You're a good guy, Robert, but I've been around a little longer. A tittle is a breast implant.

[cuts back to inmates]

Chucky Pancamo:
Leave it to McManus to go for breasts.

[cuts back to TV]

Up Your Ante Host:
No, in fact, it is the dot above an "I."

[buzzer sounds, then cuts back to inmates]

Enrique Morales:
Dumb ass.

Carmen 'Chico' Guerra:
I always knew McManus was an idiot. Now everybody else does, too.

Omar White:
Yo, man, don't be fucking dogging McManus out, all right?

Carmen 'Chico' Guerra:
Oh, I'm sorry, White. I forgot you've been sucking his cock these days.

Omar White:
I'm not sucking his cock, fag.

Carmen 'Chico' Guerra:
Then... You must be taking it up the ass.

Enrique Morales:
Be all you can be, baby.

Kareem Said:
Adebisi lives!