I told I would give you a confession and I meant it. I saw your "movie" today. So did my...

Clyde Shelton: [while in a confinement cell] I told I would give you a confession and I meant it. Nick Rice: I saw your "movie" today. So did my daughter. Clyde Shelton: You've taught your daughter about good versus evil? Nick Rice: I don't have to. Clyde Shelton: That's what this "movie" was about: good conquering evil. The righteous prospering, the wicked suffering. Nick Rice: I'm giving you one more chance and don't test me because I will run you over. Clyde Shelton: Fair enough, you did get me my bed so a deal's a deal. Nick Rice: That was you on video killing Clarence Darby, wasn't it? Clyde Shelton: Yes, it was me Clyde Shelton on the video killing Clarence Darby. Nick Rice: What about Rupert Ames? Clyde Shelton: Switching the canisters was. Easy everything's automated these days, so I just hacked into the shipping company's server and swapped a few numbers around, so the package came to me. Then I switched the Potassium Chloride with something a little more "deliberate." Nick Rice: I'm tired of hearing your bullshit. I got everything I need. Clyde Shelton: What now? Nick Rice: I go home, you go to prison. Like you said, "the righteous prospering the wicked suffering." Clyde Shelton: What if I had another confession to make? Nick Rice: Call a priest. Clyde Shelton: But another confession would mean another deal, Nick, so you would have to give me something in return. You've ever been to Del Frisco's? They cater, so for lunch I would love a twenty ounce porterhouse steak, medium maybe a little charred, with all the trimmings pommes frites, asparagus, and butter squash. Nick Rice: Fuck you and your pommes frites. Clyde Shelton: I also want my IPod. I'd love a little bit of music with my meal. Nick Rice: First rule of negotiating is you've got to have something to bargain with. Clyde Shelton: Would the life of Bill Reynolds suffice?

Nick, I told you I would give you a confession, and I meant it. I saw a movie today. - You did? - My daughter saw the same movie. Well, you taught your daughter about good versus evil. I don't have to. Well, that's what this movie was about- good conquering evil, the righteous prospering, the wicked suffering. I didn't get that. I'm going to give you one more chance, Clyde. And don't test me, because I will run you over. Fair enough. You did get me my bed. A deal's a deal. That was you on video killing Clarence Darby, wasn't it? Yes, that was me. Okay, fair enough. That was me, Clyde Shelton, on the video, killing Clarence Darby. Not good enough, Clyde. I need specifics. I took his fingers with bolt cutters, his toes with tin snips, his balls with a hacksaw, and his penis with a box cutter. How's that for specifics? And Ames? Switching the cannisters was easy. Everything's automated these days, so I just hacked into the shipping company's server and swapped a few numbers around so the package came to me. Then I switched the potassium chloride with something a little more... deliberate. Well, I'm tired of hearing your bullshit. I got everything I need. What now? I go home. You go to prison. You know, the righteous prospering, the wicked suffering. That'll make you feel better about the system. What if I had another confession to make? Call a priest. But another confession would mean another deal, Nick, so you would have to give me something in return. You ever been to Del Frisco's? They cater. So for lunch, I would love a 20-ounce porterhouse steak-- medium, maybe a little bit charred-- with all the trimmings. Pommes kites. Asparagus. Butler squash. Fuck you and your pommes frites. I tell you what. Can I have my iPod as well? I'd love a little bit of music with my meal. First rule of negotiating, Clyde- you got to have something to bargain with. Would the life of Bill Reynolds suffice? Open it. Who the fuck is Bill Reynolds? Darby's attorney. Tell me you located him. I've got his wife. She reported him missing three days ago. Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. It looks like I got something to bargain with after all, Nick. At the moment, Bill Reynolds is still alive. I'll tell you exactly where he is. Just bring me my meal and my music at 1:00 exactly. 1:00 sharp. One o'clock, Nick. Hold it right there. All right, Duke. Up. It's five to 1:00. I don't take orders from him or you, and inmates don't have access to the time. We tell them what time it is. I don't care if he has a Rolex or not. We need to stick to the time line that was agreed to. Fuck him, Nick. Let him wait. Christ, he sawed a guy's dick off. Whether you like it or not, we are on his time. Check it again. Where's mine, motherfucker? Where's my fucking fried food at? - Come on, I'm fuckin' hungry! - What the motherfuck is this shit? Steamed asparagus. - Muenster macaroni and cheese. - Wow. Porterhouse steak, seared, medium-rare. Napkin, Nick. Napkin. Oh, excuse me. Waiter? You might want to put 30% down for yourself, my man.