Babygirl, I bet you’d kill for a knife. — I thought I was funny.
I mean…it’s true.
My guy’s thick as shit and wouldn’t even notice if I stuck a knife in him, god.
God, you know what I’d do for a knife in here?
Let’s do it, babygirl. You distract your guard, I’ll find a way to get rid o’ mine.
Distracting him will be easy. Could probably get him to lead me right to the front if I just showed him my tits, or let him touch my ass.
Three life sentences but if they found out I’ve been a smuggler, too — god, I don’t like to think about that shit. I dunno, babe — we could always stage one of those prison break-outs, run for New Jersey and never look back, y’know?
Let’s do it. Let’s break out of here. Live in Jersey under some fake names. We could do it.
You’ve got the nicest lips I ever kissed, darlin’ — if we ever make it outta’ here alive, I’ll take ya’ to my parent’s place. She’d love ya’.
Nice one, explaining to your mother that you met me in prison. We might be like, eighty when we make it out, babes. If we do. Don’t you got a worse sentence than me?
Your lips are the only ones I’m thinkin’ ‘bout, kiddo.
That’s what I like to hear.