Warden: Anyway, you're too late. We're confiscating all of Romero's soap as we speak.
Jake: Okay, how about this? Throw me in solitary. Right? That way, Romero can't get to me.
Warden: No, Glen's already coming down on me about giving too much solitary. And I don't wanna piss off Glen. Obviously.
Jake: What if I spit on you? You're the warden, right? That's gotta be at least a month in the hole. Oh, man, my mouth is all dried out from doing the meth. That's why you don't do meth.