Prison Warden: Bruteski, you're a nasty little bastard aren't you? But I'll scrub the shit off you. By the time I'm finished with you, your soul will be as white as driven snow, I promise. Brute: What are you, mister, a shit-eater or a fucking preacher? Prison Warden: No, I am more than that, I'm Saint fucking Peter. I'm gonna open the gates of heaven for you.