Romero: Okay, this guard you gotta kill, Wilson-
Jake: Oh, I'd rather not know his name.
Romero: It's Alan Wilson. He's got a three-year-old, Dexter. They call him Dex.
Jake: Cool. I'm not worried at all about little Dex. I'm sure he'll be fine. I mean, I grew up without a dad.
Romero: Yeah? Me too.
Prisoner: So did I.
Jake: See? And we're all doing great.