death row

(...) they fix fix me a pretty decent steak for my last meal. they even throw in a brew. it's the first i've had since back at nancy's. then they shave my head and fix me with a rubber diaper. and get to it. and it's about damn time, if you ask me.

priest: yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

marv: would you get a move on? i haven't got all night.

officer: you heard the man. hit it

sin city, the hard good-bye