(Robson grabs a tray off the trolley)
Robson: Hey, hey, what'd you do? Serve everybody else in this fucking prison then bring us the shit leftovers?
Poet: Robson. You been in Oz all this time and now you wanna to be a food critic, huh?
(Robson glares at Poet)
Poet: (sarcastically) Wooo, you're scary. Wooo.