| Inmate | Deep fried shrimp, and lobster. I nEver had lobster. What, do you boil 'em or grill 'em? Which one's better? Ah, just get 'em both. And I know I need a strawberry malt, and then there's those chocolate donuts that come in a box? |
| Lawyer | We'll do our best to accommodate. Tomorrow you'll be moved to a holding cell. That's where you'll get your last meal. [Close up on other Inmate! let's call him Clarence.] You also have a constitutional right to the spiritual advisor of your choice. |
| Inmate | Naw, I don't need none of that. |
| Lawyer | One last thing to think about: After I read the execution warrant, you'll be given an opportunity to make a statement. You might want to take some time and think about what you want to say as your final words. [He leaves.] |
| Inmate | Yo, Clarence! You hear that? A spiritual advisor of my choice! |
| Clarence | Don't matter, you goin' to hell anyway. |
| Inmate | You think I'll get another stay? |
| Clarence | You should. Supreme Court said it ain't right to kill retards. |
| Warden | Cut the chatter! Exercise time. [The guards come and take Clarence into a room with no windows, only a basketball hoop. They release him from his handcuffs through a hole in the door.] Be back in an hour. Enjoy. [Clarence walks around, and then pretends to shoot some hoops. Suddenly, a Woman appear… |
| Woman | Why did you hit me so Many times, Clarence? |