[Sucking sullenly on a cigarette, huddling up on himself in the corner.]

You're being conditioned. Don't let t'em control you wit' food.

[Never mind the fact that Spy's been relying on his cigarettes to kill his appetite. He looks out into the corridor anyway, nothing better to do.]

I was just lamenting my fate wit' you. If you even care.

[Dramatic sniffle.]