Some more! I want some more! I want trash bags!

All the way from Los Angeles, California, to Strikersville, Florida.

I got some help. Joey hired me and some friends to get you out.

These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground.

He's a marine biologist or some damn thing.

That script stunk anyway. I have to have some creative standard.

I ain't about to discuss my prison with some, uh, university, uh, "peniologist"...

Now you call Judge Bell and you tell him that I got me some Yankees...

- There's about 50 or 60 of'em in there and some of'em got guns. - Well, we got a surprise for them.

That's the city limits sign. The town is up the road.

And what of the mystery men who engineered the capture of the warden and the film?

Get on the phone, spread the word.

The attitude of the head is the essence of a good cut.

See, there's the wings and there's the head.

is forcing the prisoners to fight to the death.

the number of prison breaks that have resulted in the deaths of the escaping prisoners.

It strikes to the central core of the human condition.

distributed the first printing with the wrong picture on it!

they dropped the rest of the time I owe 'em...

Give me the keys.