Jake Green: Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.
Jake Green: Gradually they thought they'd found a formula to the con. A formula to win the ultimate win.
Jake Green: Dorothy Macha, the man responsible for the time I served. A man who'll pass a death sentence quicker than you'll pass the salt.