Alcatraz 1x7

Johnny McKee

& Dr. Beauregard: Say what you want about modern technology... We’re still at the mercy of the gods.

& Hauser: Why is her EEG active?
    Dr. Beauregard: She’s dreaming.
    Hauser: Dreaming...
    Dr. Beauregard: And whatever she’s dreaming about is evidently better than her options here in our so-called reality.

& — What are you, on some kind of Pentagon mainframe?
    Diego: I’m the grand master.

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& Warden James: Why do we all love a Western? In other company, I’d say it’s the time-honored tradition of watching good triumph over evil. But here... Amongst these decrepit* masses, well, the thought just don’t seem to apply. Heck, you lags don’t know if you’re on horseback or foot, if you’re defecating or going blind. Either way, you’ll be stompin’ and cloppin’, and it won’t for a moment concern you why... Born reckless.

& — Who you think had the stones to kill Cullen?
    Johnny McKee: Could be anyone... Nobody likes a bully.

& Jack Sylvane: What’s gonna happen to us?
    Hauser: Happen?
    Sylvane: I keep hoping this is some... nightmare I’m gonna wake up from.
    Hauser: It’s not. You were in prison then, you’re in prison now. Take away the passing of 50 years, nothing’s changed for you.
    Sylvane: I’ve changed.
    Hauser: How’s that?
    Sylvane: I don’t dream.


decrepit — дряхлый; ветхий; изношенный

On the Imdb.