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[[On the prison transport bus.]]
Prison Officer 1: Hey... Quiet down... What's going on back there?

Scorpion: It's Kimble, man... He's like, sick. He's gonna harf, man...
Kimble: BLUACK!
Scorpion: He DID harf. Sheesh, man...

[[Prison Officer 2 readies a shotgun.]]
Prison Officer 1: Cover me...
Prison Officer 2: Got it.

[[The warden approaches the back of the bus. A knife is barely visible in Kimble's hand]]
Prison Officer 1: All right, Kimble... You're gonna have to clean that up yourself, ya know...
Kimble (weakly): Ngh...