Yeah, I've been locked up like this before, but those joints didn't have that same self-righteous redemption shit goin' along with 'em. Here's hopin' they choke on it some time soon.
[Alright, that's got a hint of amusement back in him. He starts tossing the crumpled ball from one hand to the other, trying to occupy his fingers with something other than a cigar for the moment.]
Not lookin' forward to gettin' assigned, but--like I said. [Graves shakes his head, catching the ball one last time.] Whatever makes this go along quicker, I suppose.