- Embezzler: [Negotiating with another prisoner over contraband] We can act like businessmen.
- Prisoner: Fair enough. I'm a businessman myself. Sure, what's a crook? Only a businessman without an office.
- Regan: [Looking up at the sky through bars in a prison office window on the night before an prisoner's execution by hanging] Great night for stars. If there's life on any of them, I wonder do the same things happen up there? Maybe some warder's on a planet, walking across a prison yard this minute. And some fellow waiting on the rope in the morning is looking out through bars for a long look at our Earth and the Moon for the last time.