Langly: Take that stupid thing off (Elvis wig)
Jimmy: I kinda like it
Langly: You're rubbing my nose in defeat. Now take it off
Frohike: Seriously man. Take it off
Frohike: Jimmy, I'm not confident you're aware of this, but you can't just walk in to a penatentary
Jimmy: The A Team did
Langly: Oh god! Here we go
Yves: Did it ever occur to any of you to pose as prison guards, or attorneys, or official visitors from the governors office?
Langly: That's not how they did it on The A Team
Frohike: Yeah, and the dumb brother here got caught in the pat down with this (holds up a chip -or, something)
Langly: I forgot I had it on me. As soon as I said the word 'fire wire' they would think it was explosives or something. -The philistines
Frohike: Plus now they're going to keep an eye on anyone coming to see Byers
Langly: But not Jimmy. Plus you've got your (he traces Yves figure with his hands) you know, your. . . .
Frohike: Femine wiles
(as Byers and Lowry are lead outside)
Jimmy: He's my bitch Lowry. Mess with him you gotta go through me!
Byers: 'Kay. Thanks Jimmy
Wash: Where are your two friends?
Langly: He's out getting his beard trimmed. The one with the beard, and, the, other one is helping him
Frohike: Give us a kiss sweetcheeks
Yves: Of course, toad boy
Frohike: Toad boy?
Yves: Sweetcheeks? (grabs a paper stuck to his ass)