A real bank vault?
Yeah. It's a tough one, too. I looked it up on the Google.
A real bank vault?
Yeah. It's a tough one, too. I looked it up on the Google.
It's an honor to be able to start this 600-mile race here on Memorial Day. Boogity, boogity, boogity! Let's go racing for those who made the ultimate sacrifice, boys!
We need, like, a computer whizz, like one of them Facebook boys.
I know everything there is to know about computers, okay?
Do you?
All the Twitters, I know 'em.
Well, hello. I guess someone grew up. What's your name again, little Logan?
Mellie.
Mellie! Mellie, Mellie, Mellie. That rhymes with... smelly. Nice.
Shut up.
You Logans must be as simple-minded as people say.
People say that?
What do you think of the robbery?
Well, I heard that they're calling it "Ocean's 7-Eleven", 'cos they found that truck with the money behind a convenience store.
I finally know what song I'm gonna sing for Talent!
What song?
Umbrella by Rihanna.
When Rihanna sings Umbrella, she's not really singing about a rain umbrella. She's really singing about her vagina. It's code.
Who told you that?
Everybody.
That's a vagrant fliolation!
As warden, I can approve buying a copy of A Dance with Dragons for the prison library to go up on the Game of Thrones shelf. Now, the only problem is that The Winds of Winter and A Dream of Spring have yet to be published so those aren't available. Well, I can't do anything about what I can't control.
That is total bullshit! George R. R. Martin was supposed to deliver The Winds of Winter to his publisher over two years ago.
I know that was the original deadline. That's what it says here. But I'm reading to you from the Wikipedia page. It also says that Martin had a grueling promotion schedule or something, and it's interfered with his writing schedule. He's failed to complete The Winds of Winter.
That don't make no sense. Those two guys who transferred in from Federal last month knew about all the new stuff with the hot chick and her dragons.
No. I'm telling you, I believe those two inmates had that information from watching the TV series. Again, I'm reading to you. The series has jumped ahead! It's no longer following the books!
I am in-car-ce-ra-ted.
I'm about to get nekked... back here. No peeking.
Is it twenty or is it thirty?... We are dealing with science here!
You sucked my arm off!