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Warden, in five minutes my pain will be over.
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But you'll have to live with the knowledge that you sent an honest man to die.
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- Hey, that was really good. - Yeah?
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- Yeah. - Thanks. Let's keep going.
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Okay. "So, what do you want from me, Dimon? Huh?"
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I just wanna go back to my cell, because in my cell, I can smoke.
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"Smoke away."
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Heh.
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I think this is probably why Dimon smokes in his cell alone.
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- What? - Relax your hand.
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Let your wrist go.
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- Not so much. - Whoa.