Everett: "Damn it, I had to bust out. My wife wrote me she was gettin' married. I gotta stop it."
Pete: "I had two weeks left on my sentence."
Everett: "I couldn't wait two weeks. She's getting married tomorrow."
Pete: "My added time for the escape, I don't get out now till 19...87."
Everett: "I am sorry about that."
Pete: "I'll be... 84 years old."