Paul Crewe: Hey Pop, the time you hit Hazen in the mouth, was it worth 30 years?
Pop: For me it was.
Paul Crewe: Then give me my damn shoe.
Bogdanski: What the hell was that?
Paul Crewe: That was a dropkick.
Bogdanski: Dropkick?
Paul Crewe: Dropkick.
Bogdanski: How much is that worth?
Paul Crewe: Three points.
Bogdanski: Three points?
Paul Crewe: Three points.
Bogdanski: For that? Bullshit.
Paul Crewe: My, you have lovely hair. You ever find any spiders in it?
Warden Hazen: Mr. Crewe, as old Mr. Sam used to say, 'In this institution, to get along, you go along.'.
Paul Crewe: Nate, if you're thinking about winning this game, then you're as crazy as he is.
Nate Scarboro: Well, maybe so. But you spend fourteen years in this tank, you begin to understand that you've only got two things left they can't sweat out of you or beat out of you... Your balls. And you better hang onto them, because they're about the only thing you're gonna have when you get out of here.
Paul Crewe: Whattya got for me, Sunshine?
Caretaker: I can get you steroids, vitamins, greenies, anything you want. You name it. I'm the best hustler in the joint.
Paul Crewe: How much of what this guy says he can do, can he do?
Nate Scarboro: He can get you laid in here... with a woman.
Granville: Alright men, now here's the play we're gonna use. I don't think the guards know this formation. It's called 'incidental punishment after the ball is blown dead.' Remember, any man you tackle gets an elbow, knee, or kick in the mouth.
Unger: How do ya like them apples, Superstar?
Paul Crewe: You know, there's only one thing I'm sorry about.
Warden Hazen: What's that, Mr. Crewe?
Paul Crewe: That you're not out here with us knockin' heads.
Warden Hazen: I'm afraid I'm a little old for that.
Paul Crewe: No, you never had the guts to begin with.
Paul Crewe: For Nate, for Granny... for Caretaker.
Paul Crewe: You take your football down here real serious, don't you?
Caretaker: You mind if I ask you one question?
Paul Crewe: Yes, I do mind.
Caretaker: Why did you do it?
Paul Crewe: It's a long story.
Caretaker: Well, I got eight years.
Paul Crewe: We're gettin' up a football game against the guards. Wondered if maybe you and some of your buddies here would like to join in on the fun.
Samson: With the guards?
Paul Crewe: Uh huh.
Samson: Sure, I'd like that.
Caretaker: Most of these old boys don't have nothing. Never had nothing to start with. But you, You had it all. Then you let your teammates down, got yourself caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
Paul Crewe: Oh I did, did I?
Caretaker: Oh I ain't saying you did or you didn't. All I'm saying is that you could have robbed banks, sold dope or stole your grandmother's pension checks and none of us would have minded. But shaving points off a football game, man that's un-American.
