Jonathan:
Let's see what our friend the warden believed in.
[starts looking through the warden's pouch. Suddenly he cuts himself on something]
Rick:
What?
Evelyn:
My God, what is it?
Jonathan:
A broken bottle. Glenlivet, twelve years old! Well, he may have been a stinky fellow, but he had good taste.
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