The Shawshank Redemption

Red: Ever bother you?

Andy Dufresne: I don't run the scams Red, I just process the profits. Fine line, maybe, but I also built that library and used it to help a dozen guys get their high school diploma. Why do you think the warden lets me do all that?

Red: To keep you happy and doing the laundry. Money instead of sheets.

Red: Get busy living or get busy dying. That's goddamn right!

Red: [after being denied parole as he expected] Same old shit, different day

Red: [narrating, referring to Andy] 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.

Red: [narrating, referring to the warden committing suicide] I'd like to think that the last thing that went through his head, other than that bullet, was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne ever got the best of him.

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.

Captain Hadley: Drink up while it's cold, ladies.

Red: [narrating] The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.

Red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.

Red: [narrating] But then, in the spring of 1949, the powers that be decided that...

Warden Samuel Norton: [Addressing the inmates in the courtyard] The roof of the license-plate factory needs resurfacing. I need a dozen volunteers for a week's work. As you know, special detail carries with it special privileges.

Red: [narrating] It was outdoor detail - and May is one damn fine month to be working outdoors.

Red: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.

Red: [narrating] His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.