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The Shawshank Redemption
The First Night: RED: The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burnin and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... And those bars slame home... That's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blinck of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.
Bohemian-Style Beer: RED: 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 '49 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.
HADLEY: Drink up while it's cold, Ladies.
RED: The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.
Brooks: ANDY: Tel Haywood that I'm sorry that I put a knife to this throat, no hard feelings, Brooks.
Crook: ANDY: You know, the funny thing is on the outside I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
Escaped: RED: In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank Prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer damn near worn down to the nub. I remember thinking it would take a man 600 years to tunnel through the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty.
Hope: ANDY: That there is something inside that your, that they can't touch.
RED: What are you talking about?
ANDY: Hope!
Life: RED: They send you here for life. And that's exactly what they take. The part that counts anyway.
Living: RED: Get busy living or get busy dying. That's goddam right.
Monkey Spunk: HADLEY: What is your malfunction you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
Normal: RED: 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.
The Pacific Ocean: RED: I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at the start of a long journey who's 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.
Pinch a Loaf: GUARD: Now I'm gonna go pinch a loaf. And when I come back, this is all gone, right?
Wife: ANDY: She was beautiful. God, I loved her. I just didn't know how to show it, that's all.
Figaro:
RED: I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were
singin' about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.
I like to think they were singin' about something so beautiful it can't be
expressed in words and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those
voices soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream.
It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made
those walls dissolve away. And for the briefest of moments, every last man
at Shawshank felt free.
Roof Surface: RED: I do believe those first two years were the worst for him. And I also believe if things would have gone on that way, this place would have gotten the best of him. But then in the spring of 1949, the powers that be decided... NORTON: ...the roof of the license-plate factory needs resurfacing.
Miss my friend: RED: . Those of us who knew him best talk about him often. I swear the stuff he pulled. Sometimes it makes me sad, though, Andy being gone. 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, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
