OZ Season 3 Episode 4

Ryan: Robson lost, period. Cyril won, exclamation point.

Poet: Kenny, it's your birthday?
Wangler: Today.
Pierce: How old are you, nigger?
Wangler: Eighteen up in this motherfucker, yo.
Poet: Eight-fucking-teen!
Pierce: Guess that makes you a motherfucking man.
Wangler: Get the fuck out of here. I been a man a long time

Adebisi: This is simple. You help me get rid of the niggers, we take over the drug trade.
Hernandez: What about the white guys?
Adebisi: They don't care who they work with, as long as the job gets done.
Guerra: You're asking us to help get rid of your people?
Adebisi: They are not my people. I am an African.

Nappa: I wanna confess to everything I've done in the course of my life. Everything, and make a good act of contrition.
Mukada: All right.
Nappa: It's been a while, can you get me started?
Mukada: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...
Nappa: Right, right, it's like riding a bicycle. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Murphy: Let's go. You too, Simon.
Adebisi: I am using the computer.
Murphy: Ah, well, can I give you one little small suggestion? Turn it on.

(the Italians are playing cards in Em city)
Adebisi: Years ago, Nino Schibetta taught me how to play this game, Pinocchio.
Pancamo: Pinocchio? It's pinocle, you dumb fuck.

(in Nappa's cell)
Nappa: Can I offer you something to drink Father? Cappuccino?
Mukada: You have a cappucino machine?

Wangler: Miguel, how it feel to get your ass whipped by a faggot?
Alvarez: You better watch your fucking mouth.
Wangler: Whatcha you gonna do? Hit me with your purse, motherfucker?

(Ryan bet against Miguel and drugged him to win the bet)
Ryan: Yo, Alvarez, great fight man.
Alvarez: What're you talking about? I fucking lost.
Ryan: (counting his money) Yeah, but I won.

(Watching Miss Sally's Schoolyard)
Cyril: Nooter and Pecky are funny.
Hill: Who?
Cyril: The puppets.
Hill: Oh, yeah, the puppets

(Beecher has just asked for Andrew Schillinger to be moved into his pod)
Beecher: You're wondering what I'm going to do to the son of the guy who double-fucked me.
McManus: It crossed my mind.

Cramer: Nobody thinks a fag can defend himself. Lemme tell you something, O'Reily, there's only two things I know how to do: fight and suck.

Glynn: You must really love your son, Schillinger. To come in here and ask me for a favor. Must be chewing up your insides to have to stand here in my office begging me for your son's life. Cause this is what you're doing, right? Begging?
Schillinger: Yes.
Glynn: Think of all the times I needed something from you and you just sit here with that stupid ass grin on your face singing doo-dah.

Stanislofsky: I have in my cell some vodka.
Busmalis: You do? Wow! Real Russian vodka?
Rebadow: How did you get it in?
Stanislofsky: When life is good, it's better not to ask why.