- Mr. Chapel: I don't want him in my way again.
- [speaking of a fellow co-worker getting in their way]
- KC Griffin: You wouldn't hurt him, would you?
- Mr. Chapel: No. He wouldn't feel a thing.
- Franklin Dekker: Oh, by the way, I got some literature I'd like to share with you.
- [hands Mr. Chapel, posing as somebody else, a brochure with the Nazi swastika on it]
- Mr. Chapel: [looking at it, rubbing it angrily] Good quality paper.
- Franklin Dekker: Printed it myself.
- Mr. Chapel: One of these days you and I gonna have to have a little chat about... race relations.
- Franklin Dekker: I'm looking forward to it.
- Mr. Chapel: Yeah, me, too...
- [pocketing the brochure, keeping calm]
- Mr. Chapel: Gulch, open the door.
- [as over half a dozen skin-head Nazi prisoners approach]
- Conner Gulch: [looking at Mr. Chaep through a small window in the Solitary Confinement entrance door] I don't think so.
- Mr. Chapel: Redemption...
- [opens the door rigged from shutting with the Nazi brochure]
- Mr. Chapel: You flunk!
- [grabbing and tossing Gulch in with the Nazi's]
- Conner Gulch: Chapel! Chapel!
- [banging on the door]
- Mr. Chapel: [tosses the brochure over his shoulder, walks to the wall alarm button and stops momentarily before hitting it with a fist] I shouldn't have to work this hard.