Cell Mate: My name is Frank, and I'm in for 18 years.
Joe: Hey, I'm Chewie. Seven to ten.
Cell Mate: Well, Chewie. Since we gonna be in here for a real long time together, I feel we ought to set some ground rules for the cell.
Joe: Oh, yeah. (stuttering) Like, like what?
Cell Mate: Like if you want to be the husband or you want to be the wife?