Jon Forster:
Dr. Gramm, I want you to listen very closely, because when I get out of here I'm going to go have a nice hot meal, stop by your grave, and then piss all over it. Now, please put my angel attorney on the phone.
Jack Gramm:
She's dead. It's over, Forster. Except for the clock that goes tic-tock, tic-tock. You got twelve hours to live.
[throws cell phone away]
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