- [Maria finds a dead mouse under the food on her plate]
- Maria da Guerra: Ah! A mouse!
- Guard: What's wrong?
- Maria da Guerra: I found a mouse here on my plate. Look at it!
- Guard: So what? It adds protein to your diet.
- [Guard pushes Maria's face onto the plate]
- Prison Director: I'm proud of what we've accomplished here, and you should be also! The crème of the crop is in here: they come from small towns and big cities. We have everything from shoplifters to murderers; no government inspector would dare condemn our ways, because we have the worst degenerates: female whores, pimps, addicts, abortionists! They're the lowest kind of scum. What else can we do. They're all like beasts: they could turn on us in a moment. To tame beasts, you put them in a cage then you try to train them by torture and starvation, by violent beatings. They nothing but bitches, hop heads! Death is too good for them: they enjoy their torture. It's an honor for them.