-Damn, next time you're getting the tire, and I'm getting the lap dance.
-Bellick? Is that the prison guard/Tony Soprano looking guy's name?
-Oh, the doctor died. I guess I'll see that soon. Did Michael kill her?
-And it did indeed not work out for the dumb hitchhiker picking up guy.
-This guy's definitely secret service, right? The lawyer's name is Sarah.
-Not sure what that was all about.
-Yeah, I haven't had a shower like that in forever. Smooth . . . Chicks dig guys who are occassionally hygenic.
-John, the mobster escapee, is at some hotel. More on the shower motif . . .
-And he's been ratted out. And the cop tells him who the rat is. Not sure if that's really the best way to deal with a mobster.
-Suicide by cop? Yeah . . .
-It's like the both guys from the wild bunch, or am I thinking of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
-Wow, she came back to the room. They aren't making college kids any smarter these days . . .
-You can't go where we're going. You'll never understand the latinos. They speak some odd language.
-Ah, she was scorned after all . . .
-See folks. Always keep the bullets separate from the gun. You won't regret it.
-So . . . you'll write? Call me . . .
-HQ called. Wants to know if you're interested in centrifuges (look it up).
-Schofield crash was staged. They switched the body with a pig or something.
-Lots of hate from the FBI guy. I say jealous admiration.
-That's like one of those odd Mad magazine fold up things.