Nothing to it. This is Smith. How you doing, kid?

He said, "Your mother works street corners and you're so ugly, flies wouldn't land on you."

The only trouble is you can't talk to him without the other guy, Smith.

and John is perfect casting as the Martian.

Mr Smith, the warden is doing the best he can. I think Warden Beale is being extremely cooperative.

I mean, when we talk about John Smith...

Aberrant behaviour is fascinating, medically and clinically, isn't it?

Deaf and mute?

off and on...

To all a merry Christmas and to all a good night.

- and we don't like to leave a trail. - That's a promise.

and then the other one is gonna be sporting game for the crowd.

and Dunn and Mitchell put the wrong picture on the dust jacket!

Give us a lockdown and sound the alarms.

- Turn out our pockets, man. - What is this, an opening ritual?

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

Well, he is my brother. And I don't have anyplace else to go.

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

That is not a little error, Hannibal. That is a giant screwup.

- beatings and the like. - Not to mention...