Jack: "With a name like yours, you're gonna feel right at home."
The Zec: "Prison? In America? A retirement home. If I go to prison at all."
Jack: "You think you're gonna walk?"
The Zec: "You are a homeless drifter wanted for murder. Meanwhile, I am an old man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to you, who is left to say otherwise? Who?"