[Gun drones swarm around Groot] Watchtower Guard: Prisoner, drop the device immediately and retreat to your cell, or we will open fire! Groot: [roars] I... AM... GROOT! Watchtower Guard: Fire!
[Tai Lung, after evading all the prison's deathtraps, leaps to the last one, a cluster of dynamite, and pulls it free] Zeng: Can we run now? Commander Vachir: [quavering] Yes.
John Mason: When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing.
Fat Ass: I don't belong here! I want to go home! I want my mother! Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!
Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit? Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's name in vain! I'm tellin' the warden! Captain Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden about my baton up your ass!
Pvt. Jack Bell: Love. Where does it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it. I was a prisoner. You set me free.
Bree: I got a phone call last night from a juvenile inmate of the New York prison system. He claimed to be Stanley's son. Margaret: No third-person. [brief pause] Bree: My son.
The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently.
So I had to be the doctor to these wounded men until we could remove them to the hospital. There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.
Aladdin: You're a prisoner? Genie: It's all part and parcel, the whole genie gig. [grows to a gigantic size] Genie: Phenomenal cosmic powers! [shrinks down inside the lamp] Genie: Itty bitty living space!
Paul Varjak: Sing Sing? Holly Golightly: [she gargles] . Yes. I always thought it was a ridiculous name for a prison. Sing Sing, I mean. Sounds more like it should be an opera house or something.
I'd go to swim practice, put my face in the water, and I didn't have to talk to anybody. Swimming was like my escape, but it was also like this huge prison because I felt like I had to swim up to people's standards.
I wish I could undo what I did at Enron but I can't. I understand that I deserve punishment. Your honor, I accept the prison sentence that you are about to impose and will serve it without bitterness.
We Americans have a sense of ourselves as a moral people. We have led the way in the fight for human rights in the world. Mistreating prisoners makes the world see our moral claims as hypocrisy.
A match as a pen Blood on the floor as ink The forgotten gauze cover as paper But what should I write? I might just manage my address This ink is strange; it clots I write you from a prison in Greece
Torture has been privatized now, so you have obviously the whole scandal in America about the abuse of prisoners and the fact that, army people might be made to pay a price, but who are the privatized torturers accountable too?
We’re not broken. We’re not in the wrong bodies. We’re not inadequate. We’re not lesser. We’re not unwanted. We’re not fraudulent. We’re not undesirable. That’s all just a set of lies we tell to soothe the experience of the prisons we...
We have initiated programs for re-entry offenders, since some 500,000 to 600,000 offenders will come out of prison each year for the next three or four years. We want to have positive alternatives when they come back to the community.
We are a pluralist civilisation because we allow mosques to be built in our countries, and we are not going to stop simply because Christian missionaries are thrown into prison in Kabul. If we did so, we, too, would become Taliban.
The power of the Executive to cast a man into prison without formulating any charge known to the law and particularly to deny him the judgement of his peers is in the highest degree odious and is the foundation of all totalitarian government whether ...
I was brought up largely by my grandfather because my father only returned from a prisoner-of-war camp in 1947 and worked in the nearest small town, so I hardly ever saw him.
