Merrill: I need an anal retread.
Christian: That's a pretty expensive procedure, Merrill. I assume you don't have insurance.
Merrill: Of course not. But you'll be doing the surgery for free. Unless you want to end up in prison, taking it like a woman too.
Christian: Excuse me?
Merrill: The only way for a guy like me to protect himself on the inside is to get married. (off Christian's look) It's not like I wore a white dress and danced to 'Unforgettable', Christian. I became someone's prison wife, someone more powerful than me.
Christian: A bitch.
Merrill: I prefer the term 'prag'. I cleaned, I did the laundry, I serviced him when he needed it. You'd have done the same thing in my situation, trust me.
Christian: I'm no-one's bitch, Merrill.
Merrill: Everyone is someone's bitch. Wasn't too bad actually. I found it somewhat liberating to have all of my choices taken away from me.
Christian: Must be one hell of a guy. It usually takes six carats for a bitch to give it up like that.
Merrill: They don't have wedding rings in prison. Marriage is symbolized by the branding of the husband's name on the wife's ass. Wanna see who my husband is?
Christian: Not really.
(Merrill drops his trousers and the name 'Escobar' is branded on his ass)