My job? Toilets 'n boilers, boilers ‘n toilets, plus that one boilin’ toilet. Fire me if’n you dare.

Prison’s not so bad. You can make Sangria in the toilet. Of course, it’s shank or be shanked.

It’s wrong, wash bucket. Oh, it would be sweet for a while, but in the back of our minds we’d know that I’m a man and you’re janitorial equipment.

Scruffy’s gonna get himself another one of those three hundred dollar haircuts… This one’s lost it’s pizzazz.