Herb: There's a girl there who will do anything you want for fifty dollars an hour.
Ed: Like what?
Herb: Anything! If you want she'll dress like Santa Claus.
Ed: Will she bring me a pony?
Rankin: Let me tell you where you assholes stand. First there's God, then the warden, then my guards, then the dogs out there in the kennel, and finally, you. Pieces of human waste. No good to yourselves or anybody else.