Bellick: Where's the money?
T-Bag: Pretty boy's got it. He's out there with a royal flush and you're in here with a busted straight. That hardly seems right, does it?
Bellick: Your hand don't look... more
You thieving son of a bitch. You better get on your knees and pray to God that I don't find you because if I do, mark my words, I will gut you bow to stern.
Bellick: I'll mess with anybody who tries to punk me out.
Bellick: Yeah, well the test results came back. And the top bunk's mine now. You got a problem with that?
