Cameron: Oh, it must be Halloween, because somebody's passing out snickers! Shane?
Shane: Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Cameron: Oh, it's okay, Shane. I know your type. Tough guy. Know it all. It's like looking in a mirror. That's right, Shane. I was you. Till a local sheriff put me in jail. In a little program called Scared Straight, which, now that I'm saying it out loud, could have had a double meaning. 24 hours in the joint with some of the most dangerous characters this side of Hell. Maybe, uh... Maybe you'd like to meet some of them. [shouts, gruff voice] I don't know what you're lookin' at, 'cause I don't ever remember sellin' you a lookin' license! [high-pitched voice] Hey, it must be 5:00 a.m. outside the McDonald's, because the fresh meat just got delivered! And the Weasel likes fresh meat! [gruff voice] Hey, you back off him! That new boy's mine!