Pernell: [during a visit to the penitentiary] It's been a long time, Caine. How you doin', man? How come you never come see me?
Caine: [looking down] Man, I don't want to see you all caged up like some animal.
Pernell: Is that what you think? I'm a animal?
Caine: Nah...
[looks up, almost in tears]
Caine: When I was growin' up... you was like my dad, man.
Pernell: [takes the phone away from his ear in disbelief, only to return it] Your letters... in the beginning... it got me through, young bra. Away from my girl, away from my baby, away from you. Go with Ronnie, Caine.
Caine: Man, I ain't... it ain't even ...
Pernell: I know the way she feels about you and that's cool. She's a good girl... you know? And take care of my son. I can't do shit for him in here. You teach him better than I taught you, man. Teach him the way we grew up was bullshit. A'ight?
[puts his knuckles to the glass]
Pernell: Gimmie some.