I suppose if I don't share this with you then... I'm going to get the fuck up, I'm going...

Clyde Shelton: [Referring to his meal from Del Frisco's while in their cell] I suppose if I don't share this with you then... Dwight Dixon: [interrupts him] I'm going to get the fuck up, I'm going to cock back my right hand, and I'll split your whole fucking head in two, now about that? Clyde Shelton: Come on over here. Join me. There's plenty to go around Dwight Dixon: You got a girl or something? Clyde Shelton: It's a long story. How about you? You got a girl? Dwight Dixon: I got a few broads back home. Clyde Shelton: Oh yeah? You don't have a boyfriend in here, do you? Dwight Dixon: [amused] Get the fuck out of here.

So I suppose if I don't share this with you, you're gonna- I'm gonna get the fuck up, I'm gonna conk back my right hand, and I'm gonna split your whole fucking skull in two. How about that? Come on over here, join me. There's plenty to go around. Here. Enjoy. Have some pasta. Good. What about some steak? You like steak? Yeah. Give me some steak. I got a big piece for you. There you go. How's that? Good, huh? What'd you do to get in here, anyways? I did what I had to do. So you got a girl or something? It's a long story. - Pilot, how much longer? - ETA, two minutes.