Prisoner: Gotta get my TIME magazine. Never miss my TIME magazine.
Guard: Yeah, get your magazine and let's get out of here.
Prisoner: Hey, I was gonna take that!
George: Gee, I'm sorry... I got here first.
Prisoner: I don't care when you got here, I want the magazine...
George: You don't understand, there's a blurb about me in this magazine!
Prisoner: A blurb?!? You're a blurb! Check out the cover, idiot!
Guard: All right, let's go...
[George turns over the magazine to find a picture of the prisoner on the front-cover with the title "Caught"]
Prisoner: I want the magazine!
George: Um, no.
Prisoner: You know what I would do to you, if I wasn't in these shackles...
George: But you are, Blanche. You are in the shackles. [chuckles] Oh, I can't wait to read my TIME magazine! Last copy, too. Maybe I'll read it tomorrow, in the park! It's supposed to be a beautiful day! Have a nice life... sentence, that is! You miserable...