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1m40s
Mr. Hadley... do you trust your wife? Oh, that's funny. You're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth. I mean, do you think she'd go behind your back, try to hamstring you? That's it. Step aside, Mert. This fucker's having an accident. He's gonna push him off. Cos if you do trust her, there's no reason you can't keep that 35,000. - What did you say? - 35,000. - 35,000? - All of it. - All of it? - Every penny. You'd better start making sense. If you want to keep the money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-time-only gift to your spouse for up to $60,000. Bullshit! Tax-free? Tax-free. The IRS can't touch one cent. You're the smart banker what killed his wife. Why should I believe a smart banker like you? So I can end up in here with you? It's legal. Ask the IRS. They'll say the same thing. But I feel stupid telling you this. I'm sure you would have investigated the matter. Yeah, I don't need no banker to tell me where the bears shit in the buckwheat. Of course not, but you do need someone to set up the tax-free gift. It'll cost you. A lawyer. A bunch of ball-washing bastards. I suppose I could set it up for you. That would save you some money. If you get the forms, I'll prepare them for you. Nearly free of charge. I'd only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers. Co-workers! Get him! That's rich, ain't it? I think a man working outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion... sir. What are you jimmies staring at? Back to work! Let's go. Work.
The Shawshank Redemption
1m2s
Talked all the time, too. That's the other thing. He never shut up. Places he'd been in, jobs he'd pulled, women he'd fucked. Even people he'd killed. People who gave him shit. That's how he put it. So... one night, like a joke, I say to him, I say, "Yeah, Elmo, who did you kill?" So he says... I got me this job one time bussing tables at a country club. So I could case all these big rich pricks that come in. So I pick out this guy, go in one night and do his place. He wakes up. He gives me shit. So I killed him. Him and this tasty bitch he was with. That's the best part.
The Shawshank Redemption
17.4s
There must be a con like me in every prison in America. I'm the guy who can get it 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.
The Shawshank Redemption