Quotes / Luxury Prison Suite

"See y'know, when you think of prison, you get pictures in your mind of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars. But it wasn't like that for wiseguys, it really wasn't that bad. I mean, everybody else in the joint was doing real time all mixed together living like pigs, but we lived alone. I mean, we own the joint! Even the hacks we couldn't bribe would never rat on the guys that we did."

— Henry Hill, Goodfellas

From a cell at the heart of Ryker's, the old men run the prison.
They own the guards. On the outside, hacks are simply men with debts and gambling habits, with vulnerable wives and children. They learn to look the other way.
The cell is full of contraband. Hooch and pills for currency, weapons for protection, wine and steak for Sunday dinner. You don't line up for slop when you can bring in lobster by the case.
Tranvestite punks with practiced, toothless mouths come here, to cater to the wiseguys' every whim. It's never talked about- faggots are the lowest of the low- but all the same, it happens.
They're never leaving, these old men.
Some wonder why they'd want to.

—The Punisher MAX, "The Cell"

[The King’s] bed was in the favored corner of the hut, under a window, set just right to catch the slightest breeze. The nearest bed was eight feet away. The King’s bed was a good one. Steel. The springs were tight and the mattress filled with kapok. The bed was covered with two blankets, and the purity of sheets peeped from the top blanket near the sun-bleached pillow. Above the bed, stretched tight on posts, was a mosquito net. It was blemishless. The King also had a table and two easy chairs, and a carpet on either side of the bed. On a shelf, behind the bed, was his shaving equipment-razor, brush, soap, blades-and beside them, his plates and cups and homemade electric stove and cooking and eating implements. On the corner wall hung his clothes, four shirts and four long pants and four short pants. Six pairs of socks and underpants were on a shelf. Under the bed were two pairs of shoes, bathing slippers, and a shining pair of Indian chappals.

—King Rat

Castaspella: This is your prison?
Angella: Well, technically it's the spare room, but it is more than adequate as a holding cell. We removed the cushions! ...Most of the cushions.

—She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, "The Price of Power"

Quickly, Azula inserted the key into the lock. As it unlocked, Azula opened the door and stepped inside – to a view of a comfortable room, complete with a soft bed, a couch, a table with writing materials, a bookshelf lined with several Fire Nation classics, and a barred window. Mai was sitting on the couch, idly twirling one of her many knives in her fingers.
"Azula?" Mai raised her gaze to meet her friend as she stepped into the room.
"Hello, Mai," Azula said in as deadpan a tone as she could manage. "We came to rescue you from the horrible tortures you were suffering here in the Boiling Rock."
"'Horrible torture' is right," Mai said as she stood up, using her arms to push herself off the couch. "I've been bored out of my skull."
"I didn't know they even had luxury wards in the Boiling Rock," Ty Lee commented as she glanced around the room. "Oh, wow, they even gave you a flower vase! And actual flowers!"
"It turns out having your Uncle as the Warden affords you a certain amount of privilege."

— Morality Chain (Avatar: The Last Airbender)