Red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Red: [narrating] 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.
Red: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.
Red: [after being denied parole as he expected] Same old shit, different day
Andy Dufresne: [to Red] I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Red: [to Andy] Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
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 drove her away. And that's why she died, because of me.
Red: [narrating] 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 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: What about you? What are you in here for? Red: Murder, same as you. Andy Dufresne: Innocent? Red: [shakes his head] Only guilty man in Shawshank.
Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco... Floyd: That's "Cristo" you dumb shit. Heywood: ...by Alexandree Dumb-ass. Dumb-ass. Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass? "Dumas". You know what it's about? You'll like it, it's about a prison break. Red: We oughta file that under "Educational" too, oughten we?
Red: These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. Heywood: Shit. I could never get like that. Ernie: Oh yeah? Say that when you been here as long as Brooks has. Red: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyway.
Red: [referring to the possibility of Andy committing suicide] I don't know; every man has his breaking point.
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.
Brooks: Easy peasy japanesey.
Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? Red: No. Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
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.
