Andy Dufresne: [referring to Fat Ass] What was his name? Heywood: What did you say? Andy Dufresne: I was just wondering if anybody knew his name. Heywood: Fuck do you care, new fish? Doesn't fuckin' matter what his name was. He's dead.
Andy Dufresne: I want to know how the score comes out. Tommy Williams: I'll show you how the score comes out [crumbles test paper] Tommy Williams: . TWO POINTS! THERE'S YOUR GODDAMN SCORE! Cats crawling on trees, five times five is twenty-five. [shouts] Tommy Williams: FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK IT! [Smacks book off the library table, and stormed out]
Tyler Durden: [1:03:32] Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Narrator: OK. Give me some water! Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... [shouts] Tyler Durden: Look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*! Tyler Durden: First you have to
give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.
Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash,
we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us.
Richard Chesler: Get the fuck out of here, you're fired! Narrator: I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home.