Warden Samuel Norton: [to new inmates, after explaining the prison routine] Any questions? Prisoner: When do we eat? Captain Hadley: [Approaches prisoner] You eat when we say you eat. You piss when we say you piss, and you shit when we say you shit. You got that, you maggot dick motherfucker?
Red: [narrating] Two things never happened again after that. The Sisters never laid a finger on Andy again... and Bogs never walked again. They transferred him to a minimum security hospital upstate. To my knowledge, he lived out the rest of his days drinking his food through a straw.
Red: [narrating] 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.
Red: [narrating] His first night in the joint, Andy Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.
Captain Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?
[Andy has asked Red to procure Rita Hayworth] Andy Dufresne: Can you get her? Red: Take a few weeks. Andy Dufresne: Weeks? Red: Well yeah, Andy. I don't have her stuffed down the front of my pants right now, I'm sorry to say, but I'll get her. Relax!
Red: [Narrating] There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'm the guy who can get if for you; cigarettes, a bag of reefer, if that's your thing, a bottle of brandy to celebrate your kid's high school graduation, damn near anything within reason. Yes sir, I'm a regular Sears and Roebuck.
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. Tommy Williams: Hey, c'mon, old boys! You're movin' like molasses! Makin' me look bad! Red: [narrating] We liked him immediately.
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.
Tommy Williams: I don't read so good. Andy Dufresne: Well. [pause] Andy Dufresne: You don't read so *well*. Uh, we'll get to that.
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.
[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood's neck] Heywood: Hey, what about me? Crazy old fool goddamn near cut my throat! Red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!
Red: [referring to Andy] The man likes to play chess; let's get him some rocks.
Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit? Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's name in vain! I'm tellin' the warden! Captain Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden about my baton up your ass!
Brooks: [to Andy] Son, six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth: Not one of them born whose asshole wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you ask them for funds.
Captain Hadley: Uncle Sam. Reaching into your shirt and squeezing your tit till it's purple.
[Red places his bet on Andy] Red: That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.
