Don't run away.

Don't look in there!

Please, don't kill me.

What do you say we wrap this thing up?

In fact, why don't you stay a while?

Don't touch the hundreds, jerk.

I don't got any mustard gas.

I don't hear no one leaving.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

I love you.

Love, Ben Franklin.

Oh, please, please, please don't kill me.

Geez, I really have a way of painting pictures with words, don't I?

It's always nice to hear from one's female prison pen pal, don't you agree?

No, I don't believe they should be allowed to communicate with the outside world.

Tell me, Gus, do you see anything that might, oh, I don't know, be slightly unsettling to one's nerves?

What a shame.

A little nervous?

Hey, wait a second.

A balmy hamper breeze.