Rebecca: Carla, how's it going out there? How does Robin look?
Carla: Okay. He was being pushed around by this big old hunk of a guard. His name is Vince and he has got some muscles, I'm telling you. He could snap Robin's neck like a number-two pencil.
Rebecca: But he didn't hurt Robin, did he? I mean, Robin's okay, isn't he?
Carla: Yeah, sure, whatever. Anyway, then this, uh, Vince, he gets a load of me and my bucket of suds and he starts flexing.
Rebecca: But Robin- Robin, he gets dehydrated easily.
Carla: Robin, Robin, Robin. So your boyfriend's in prison! Boo-hoo! Can't you be happy for someone else for a change?!