CHAPTER 40 - PIG STEW (JUST PEAL AND SQUEAL)
| ID# | Song Quote - Artist, Title |
| 6979 | 1, 2, 3, that coppa goes down. - Cypress Hill, Break Em' Off Some |
| 6980 | A couple of sounds that I really like are the sounds of a switchblade and a motor bike. - Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting |
| 6981 | A seven foot brother doing life, 300 pounds, says you're his wife. Walks in your cell and says, fix it up, then you look up and say, not the butt. - Kool Moe Dee, No Respect |
| 6982 | All that I can see I steal as I fill up my garage. - Sublime, Garden Grove |
| 6983 | All these thoughts you stole from me, I’m not sure where I belong. Nowhere is home, and I’m all wrong. - Goo Goo Dolls, Sympathy |
| 6984 | Always on the lookout for the helicopter. Blast from the AK, fill the fuckin' copper. It's do or die, motherfuckers die. - MC Eiht, Nothing But The Gansta |
| 6985 | And if I don't be there by morning, she'll know that I must've spent the night in jail. - Eric Clapton, If I Don't Be There By Morning |
| 6986 | And there are men behind bars who pray for the light and there are men in the suburbs who pray for the night. - Elton John, Screw You |
| 6987 | Anyone can be set free on a technicality. Explain the law to me again? - Slayer, Dittohead |
| 6988 | Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro, I ran over my neighbors. Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro. - Dead Milkmen, Bitchin' Camaro |
| 6989 | Broken laws are like broken jaws, they take a long time to heal. - Run DMC, Pause |
| 6990 | Brother, you can't go to jail for what you're thinking, or that look in your eye, just standing on the corner watching all the girls go by. - Dean Martin, Standing On A Corner |
| 6991 | Bullets started flying, two men out, then they rushed everybody back to their cells. Damn, the pen is different than the county jail. - Ice-T, The Tower |
| 6992 | Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowling pin. Knocked down, it gets to wearing thin, they just won't let you be. - Grateful Dead, Truckin' |
| 6993 | Chained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me. - Alice Cooper, Wind-Up Toy |