"I want to go to the ocean someday."
"You do realize that we'd die if we made it to the ocean right?"
"Yeah, but it's so big, at least that's what I've heard."
"But first we have to make it out of this prison."
"I hate this prison, the food's decent, but we hardly are ever fed!"
"And this scenery, uck! There's no grass, no trees...oh no! Not him!"
"At least they open the window sometimes."
"It's not even a real window! And what's with that stupid light? Do they think it's beneficial to blind us?"
"But those things don't even compare to that killer. Why do we have to live with him?"
"Well he's the one with the money. We can't control it."
"You want to know what I want most?"
"For somebody to clean this place?"
"Well that too, but what I really want is to live in a mansion. A celebrities mansion."
"Nobody famous is just gonna let us into their house Goldie. Plus, there's no way for us to get there."
"Yeah, I hadn't thought about that. I just don't want to be here for the rest of my life. Did you see what happened to the last one who died? He's probably to Timbuktu by now. At least he got out of here."
"But even I don't want to be flushed down a toilet."
