[Rudy Duncan and Nick Cassidy in the prisoner cafeteria line receiving green jello]
Nick Cassidy: What's this?
Prisoner: Holiday jello.
Nick Cassidy: What's this shit in it?
Prisoner: Swallow it and you'll see.
[gives a smirk]
Nick Cassidy: Just so you know, this man and I are outta here in two days. So when we're inhaling London broil and lobster bisque, you'll still be standing hear smelling up the mystery cream fuck. Who's in prison now?
[the inmate Zook spits out a mouthful of jello at the prison cafeteria table across from Rudy and Nick]
Zook: Come on man, what's wrong with you?
Zook: Monsters... in the gelatin.
Nick Cassidy: It's just a roach Zook.
Rudy Duncan: Yeah eat it, it's protein.
Zook: Monsters, in the gelatin!
[the rest of the inmates begin to find roaches in their green jello]
Zook: [screams] There are monsters, in the gelatin!
[Rudy and Gabriel talk about how they're going to pull off the robbery]
Rudy Duncan: I can tell you right now, going in there with A.K.s and ski masks ain't gonna do that.
Gabriel Mercer: [chuckles] Well, that part, Nick, was planned out the day I read your letters.
Rudy Duncan: Oh, yeah. What? we're all gonna dress up as cowboys?
Gabriel Mercer: No, no, not cowboys, Nick. Not on Christmas Eve.
[Gabriel and Merlin open a closet full of Santa Claus outfits]
Rudy Duncan: You gotta be kidding me.
Gabriel Mercer: Tis the season, convict.
Merlin: Ho... Ho, ho.
[Rudy sits in the back of Gabriel's diesel truck contemplating on what to do]
Rudy Duncan: [narrating] You hang around with criminals, you end up making a lot of plans. But all the jobs I ever pulled, all the cars I ever stole, no plan ever went down the way it had been drawn up. My plans to escape never worked. And being on parole, going to the police wasn't an option.
Ashley Mercer: There's no future for people like you and me, Nick. The places we come from - plant towns, mill towns, small lives! No future, just more of the same! You want a future you got to stand up and steal it.
[Gabriel kicks Rudy down on the ground]
Gabriel Mercer: So... You wanted a weapon, convict?
Rudy Duncan: [Gabriel pulls out a handgun and aims it down at Rudy] Ahh! No. Dont'! Ahh!
[Gabriel pulls the trigger repeatedly and shows Rudy it's a squirt gun]
Merlin: Well, now, look at what Santa's dwarves have brought you. What do you say to Santa's dwarves?
Rudy Duncan: It's elves. Santa's Elves.
Merlin: You say, thank you, motherfucker.
[men chuckling]
Rudy Duncan: I had better sex in prison.
Gabriel Mercer: 'Tis the season, convict.
Merlin: Man, they got a shit load of cookies!