Jeff:
What kind of hell did you crawl out of?

Alabama:
It was called Harlem, baby. I learned to survive, never have pity. This game is called survival. Let's see how well you can play it. I was strung-out behind smack at ten and worked in the streets when I was twelve. You've got a long way to go.

Alabama:
No one escapes from my prison, no one!

Alabama:
This is going to be just like home, only different!