Prison Officer with the gloves: Time for a cavity search.
Burns: I haven’t had cavity in over 40 years.
Prison Officer: I wasn’t talking about your teeth.
Burns: Nor was I.
Burns: (After his meeting with a religious prisoner) So, that hell-hole became a heaven-hole. I join the prison choir and the prison Beatles tribute band. I raked a Zen garden in the courtyard and found a peace and serenity I had never known.
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