rorsarch: god bless the prisoners who respected rorsarch when he was in with them and wouldn't hurt a fly..

rorsarch:  I am tiny tim.. god bless us.. every one.. I was Dostoevsky in prison.. in the house of the dead..
... it was bean soup.. I just went in the washroom and gave him some bean soup.. just bean soup... just bean soup.. he was clumsy.. so he spilt it all over the floor...