Jim: What did you do
Prison Mike?
Prison Mike: I stole and I robbed and I kidnapped the President's son and held him for ransom.
Jim: That is quite the rap sheet, Prison Mike.
Prison Mike: And I never got caught, neither.
Jim: Well, you were in prison.
Pam: Prison Mike, what was the food like in prison?
Prison Mike:
Gruel (pause) sandwiches. Gruel omelets. Nothin' but
gruel. Plus you can eat your own hair.
Pam: Wow.