EXT. PRISON. DAY
CARL: Look at the flowers, just look at the flowers!
SOPHIA: Why do you keep saying that?
CARL: Cos they’re so pretty. I mean, look at them!
SOPHIA: Carl, there aren’t very many others boys around anymore, and I was wondering. Would you like to be my boyfriend?
CARL: A pansy, a lovely tulip, and ooh look! A sweet pea! I think I’m going to sew this one into my one of a kind, Italian silk, moody, sunkist cravat. Sorry, what were you saying?
SOPHIA: Never mind.