Well there weren't any fucking transfer forms, man, I'll tell you that.

[And if there were, the warden probably had them hidden up his ass or something. He thinks Zach might be overestimating, a little bit, how seriously prisoner complaints are taken, in the U.S. or fucking anywhere.]

Two years go by faster than you think. Except the days where you're so fuckin' bored that time starts to stretch like a lady gymnast.

[He gives Zach a meaningful look.]

I mean those double-jointed ones, like in the circus.