Hal Moores: [storming into the room after Delacroix's botched execution] What in the blue f*** was that?!? Jesus Christ, there's puke all over the floor up there! And the smell - I got Van Hay to open both doors, but that smell won't go out for five damn years, that's what I'm bettin'! And that asshole Wharton is singing about it! You can hear him up there!Paul: [calmly] Can he carry a tune, Hal? [Moores takes the hint and laughs grimly, regaining his composure]Hal: Okay, boys, okay. Now, what in the hell happened?Paul: An execution. A successful one.Hal: How in the name of Christ can you call that a success?Paul: Eduard Delacroix is dead. [looks at Percy] Isn't he?Hal: Percy? Something to say?Percy: [meekly] I didn't know the sponge was supposed to be wet.Hal: [angrily disgusted] How many years you spend pissing on a toilet seat before someone told you to put it up?Paul: [calmly] Percy f***ed up, Hal. Pure and simple.Hal: That your official position?Paul: Don't you think it should be? He's puttin' in a transfer request to Briar Ridge tomorrow, movin' on to bigger and better things. Isn't that right, Percy?Percy: Yeah. Yeah.Wild Bill: [singing off-camera upstairs] Bar-be-QUE!
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