[Red places his bet on Andy.]
Red: [narrating] Prison life consists of routine, and then more routine.
[Andy after Warden Norton refuse to appeal his case.]
Warden Samuel Norton: I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Red: [narating] I must admit I didn't think much of Andy first time I laid eyes on him; looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man.
Brooks: Easy peasy japanesey.
Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
Prosecutor: And that also is very convenient, isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Hadley: The government reaches inside your shirt and squeezes until your tit turns purple.
Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Red: Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Red: [narrating] The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home...that's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.
Red: These walls are kind of funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, gets so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. They send you here for life, that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyways
Red: [narrating] His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.
Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
[On Red's harmonica playing.]
Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't take that away from you.
Andy Dufresne: If they ever try to trace any of those accounts, they're gonna end up chasing a figment of my imagination.
Red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out cleen on the other side.
Red: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.
Red: [reading a note left by Andy] Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
Fat Prisoner: I'm not supposed to be here! I want to go home! I want my ma!
Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?
Captain Hadley: [to Andrew Dufresne] You're gonna look real funny sucking my dick with no teeth.
Red: [narrating] We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation. As for Andy - he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.
Red: [narrating] And that's how it came to pass that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning drinking icy cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Red: [narrating] You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards. Or, maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again, if only for a short while.
Red: Makin' yourself some friends, Andy.
Boggs: Now, I'm gonna open my fly and you're gonna swallow what I give ya. And when you swallow mine you gonna swallow Rooster's cause ya done broke his nose and I think he oughta have something to show for it.
Warden: He vanished like a fart in the wind.
[Andy has asked Red to procure Rita Hayworth.]
[Watching Rita Hayworth in "Gilda" (qv)]
Andy: Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Floyd: Red, I do believe you're talking out of your ass.
Red: Rehabilitated? Now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
Red: [narrating] I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
Red: [narrating] I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
Andy Dufresne: She was beautiful. God I loved her. I just didn't know how to show it, that's all. I killed her, Red. I didn't pull the trigger, but I pushed her away. And that's why she died, because of me.
Brooks Hatlen: Maybe I should rob the FoodWay so they'll send me home. I could shoot the manager while I'm at it, kind of like a bonus.
Ellis Boyd "Red" Redding: You're gonna fit right in. Everyone in here is innocent. Heywood, what're you in here for?
Fat Ass: You don't understand. I'm not supposed to be here!
Ellis Boyd "Red" Redding: I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a quiet way about him, a walk and a talk that just wasn't normal around here. He strolled, like a man in a park without a care or a worry in the world, like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place. Yeah, I think it would be fair to say... I liked Andy from the start.
Brooks Hatlen: The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.
Heywood: When do we eat?
Tommy Williams: So I'm backing out the door, right, and I got the TV, like this; it was a big old thing, I couldn't see shit; suddenly I hear this voice, "Police, kid, hands in the air." You know, I was standing there, holdin' on to that TV, so finally the voice says, "You hear what I said, boy?" And I say, "Yes sir, I sure did, but if I drop this fucking thing you got me on destruction of property too."
Red: [narrating] Tommy Williams came to Shawshank in 1965 on a two-year stretch for B&E. That's breaking & entering to you. Cops caught him sneaking TV sets out the back door of a JC Penney. Young punk. Mr. Rock and Roll. Cocky as hell.
Red: "It takes a strong man to save himself, and a great man to save another."
Andy: "Get busy living, or get busy dying."
Andy: "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies"
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