I regret to announce that this is the end. I’m going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell.
Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies / Farewell and adieu you ladies of Spain / For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Boston / And so nevermore shall we see you again.
I can’t come back, I don’t know how it works! Good-bye, folks!
Th-th-th-th-that’s all, folks!
You’re still here? It’s over. Go home.
This is what we fought all night to get back to?
I must be losing my punch. I never expected the son of a bitch to get up.
You got him hurt bad. Now he’s worried. You cut him! You hurt him! You see? You see? He’s not a machine! He’s a man!
Tell me: Do you bleed?
First, you can’t stand to get hit. But you can take it because the blood don’t matter, and you’re gonna live. It’s a great gift I’m giving you, to know it don’t hurt.
-“BB”-
The prisoners have already exchanged gifts.
The prisoners with jobs have armed themselves.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the jailhouse rock!
What Evelle here is trying to say is that we felt that the institution no longer had anything to offer us.
Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.
It saddens and hurts me that the two young men whom I raised to believe in the Ten Commandments have returned to me as two thieves, with filthy mouths and bad attitudes. Get out, and don’t come back until you’ve redeemed yourselves.
Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instils one with the hope that it’s not too late to better ourselves.
Be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes!
Dude, where’s my car?
Everybody remember where we parked.