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Michael :
Haywire. You ever thought of breaking out?
Haywire : What the hell would I do out there?
Michael : Not be here.
Haywire : Halfway houses, psych visits, meds, checking
in with a
P.O,
urine tests, keeping a job... No. Why you ask?
Michael : This guy was talking about it in the yard
yesterday. I didn't know what to say.
Haywire : Tell officer Bellick. He'll make life easy
for you, if, uh...
Michael : If what?
Haywire : Your tattoos.
Michael : What about them?
Haywire : What are they of? No no no... What are they?
Like, some kind of a...
Michael : They're just tattoos.
C.O. : It's candy time, Haywire.
Haywire : They think I have schizo-affective disorder
with bipolar tendencies.
C.O. : Think you got it?
Haywire : Whatever. Ah! I take the pills, keep the
quacks
off my back.
Bye, now. Get out of the way.
Michael : You know, maybe they give you those things
for a reason.
Haywire : Yeah. To keep me dull. To keep me in their
invisible freakin' handcuffs. Seriously, though, those
tattoos, they're beautiful. You mind if I, you know,
look at the whole thing?
Michael : I do, actually.
Haywire : Why?
C.O. : Yo! Stand clear!
Michael : Does there need to be a reason?
Michael : Sucre!
Sucre : I ain't even talking to you, man.
Abruzzi : What's the problem?
Michael : Nothing I can't handle.
Abruzzi : Well, I knew there was a problem. I could
tell by looking at you from across the yard. Hey, guys,
didn't I say there was a problem? So what's the problem?
Michael : You're looking at it.
Abruzzi : What? Haywire?
Michael : Yep. That's my new cellmate. That's a
problem. He doesn't sleep.
Abruzzi : So, when do you dig?
Michael : I don't.
Abruzzi : Hey, you and I are in bed now.
You made me promise. You said that we were going to get
out of here. You renege now, and I'm going to gut you.
So, you better take care of your business, or I will
take care of you. Have a nice day.
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