Nothin'.

- Oh, well, what's a Yankee's promise worth anyway? - Nothin'.

and I don't see nothin', so I just guess.

He... He ain't a mute any more.

Just like you ain't a warden any more.

I ain't got no time to make no ashtrays.

Do it, man. My people ain't gonna fail me.

He's got nothin'. His brother's about to be murdered at a Florida prison, and we're gonna get him out.

It's a tough break, but that's showbiz.

That tears it. I ain't gonna listen to no more of this.

But he's not.

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

We ain't gonna get out of this one, B.A., neither one of us.

He ain't gonna like it, Norm. You know what he said about bustin' Yankees.

- What's your name, friend? - Deke, and I ain't your friend. I'm your boss, boy.

But this shampoo has no protein base.

Nice little shindig, Warden. But it's over.

but to try and effect meaningful prison reform.

But we all know that John was having emotional problems.

But as an academician, I'm not here for personal glory...