Breakout Kings 1x12

There Are Rules

Season 1, Episode 12

& Lloyd: ... Kid’s crying, the mom is naked, and then the party clown says, “Now that is what I call a balloon knot.” Why aren’t you laughing?

& Charlie: You like jokes, Lloyd?.. You ever heard the one about the psychiatrist that got his teeth knocked our?
    Lloyd: That wasn’t funny, though.

& Shea: That’s Chester Rhodes. Bad son of a bitch. He’s killed more people than smoking. He’s the real deal.
    Lloyd: How do you know him? Did you guys pledge at Yale together?
    Shea: I pledge* I’ll put my foot up your ass.

& — It’s my shop. Am I in some kind of trouble?
    Charlie: Well, this is the third garage I’ve been to today, and I’m starting to smell like brake fluid, so if you waste my time, yeah, you’re in trouble.
    — Hey, man, I’m just a mechanic.
    Charlie: And I just have a tan.

& Julianne: Maybe it’ll be me. I mean, the marshals already tossed me once.
    Lloyd: Like they’d really shoot Bambi. Come on.

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& Lloyd: No offense, Charlie, but you have been behind a desk for some time, so maybe interrogation is not your forte.
    Charlie: I know what I’m doing, Lloyd.
    Lloyd: I’m just saying, I have an idea.
    Charlie: Thanks. No, thanks. ... Lloyd? What do you have in mind?

& Lloyd: You haven’t cracked this filbert* yet, Duchamp? Don’t know how you cash your paycheck, buddy.
    Charlie: He’s being uncooperative, sir.
    Lloyd: Well, you have to give a little to get a little, dummy. Speaking of which, why don’t you go get me and Mr. Zepeda here a coffee. You like yours black, Latin or honky?
    Zepeda: Little bit of cream.
    Lloyd: Latin for the Latino. Go, Wesley Snipes. ... Are your legs broke? Do it now.

& Zepeda: Wait. This is not a transfer form!
    Lloyd: I’m not a U.S. marshal. But you did just register to vote. So enjoy Attica.

& Lloyd: Hey, Ray. Can I get a couple bucks? I want to get a cannoli.
    Ray: If you buy lottery tickets, you addict, you’ll have to put your finger up your ass to scratch ’em off.

& Ray: All right. You know each of us has to room with a con.
    Charlie: I know. I’m bunking with Erica.
    Ray: Yeah, right.
    Charlie: I’m not bunking with Lowery. I can’t stand him. I’ll kill him.
    Ray: And I won’t? No way, not happening.
    Lloyd: Hey. I know what you guys are arguing about. Jerks.
    Charlie: Rock, paper, scissors?

& Lloyd: I think it’s ironic that people run when the universe is so infinite. We can never truly flee the ubiquitous realm we all share. The truth is, you can be a galaxy away, and we’d still all be together. You know what I mean, Charlie?
    Charlie: I can’t believe there’s only one clean bed left.
    Lloyd: Yeah...
    Charlie: ... Why is your underwear on the chair, Lloyd?
    Lloyd: I sleep unencumbered*, Charles. ... Sweet dreams.


-- Dict:
pledge — обещать; заверять; ручаться
filbert — фундук
unencumbered — необремененный

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