〃Lemme out of it；〃 Wharton said。 He looked from Brutal to Harry to me； the red creeping back into his face。 〃I'll be good … I tell you I've learned my lesson。 I 。。。 I 。。。 ummmmmahhhhhhh…！〃
He suddenly collapsed； half of him in the cell； half of him on the played…out lino of the Green Mile； kicking his feet and bucking his body。
〃Holy Christ； he's pitchin a fit；〃 Percy whispered。
〃Sure； and my sister's the Whore of Babylon；〃 Brutal said。 〃She dances the hootchie…kootchie for Moses on Saturday nights in a long white veil。〃 He bent down and hooked a hand into one of Wharton's armpits。 I got the other one。 Wharton threshed between us like a hooked fish。 Carrying his jerking body； listening to him grunt from one end and fart from the other was one of my life's less pleasant experiences。
I looked up and met John Coffey's eyes for a second。 They were bloodshot； and his dark cheeks were wet。 He had been crying again。 I thought of Hammersmith making that biting gesture with his hand and shivered a little。 Then I turned my attention back to Wharton。
We threw him into the restraint room like he was cargo； and watched him lie on the floor； bucking hard in the straitjacket next to the drain we had once checked for the mouse which had started its E Block life as Steamboat Willy。
〃I don't much care if he swallows his tongue or something and dies；〃 Dean said in his hoarse and raspy voice； 〃but think of the paperwork； boys！ It'd never end。〃