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Andy, you can't just make a person up. Sure you can, if you know how the system works, where the cracks are. It's amazing what you can accomplish by mail. Mr. Stevens has a birth certificate, a driver's license, social security number. You're shitting me? If they ever trace any of those accounts, they're going to wind up chasing a figment of my imagination. Well, I'll be damned. Did I say you were good? Shit, you're a Rembrandt! You know, the funny thing is, on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
The Shawshank Redemption
20.8s
Come on. Take it easy. You're going to be all right. Him? Hell, what about me? Crazy old fool damn near cut my throat. Shit, Heywood, you've had worse from shaving. What the hell did you do to set him off, anyway? Nothing. I come in here to say fare-thee-well. Ain't you heard? His parole's come through.
The Shawshank Redemption
1m46s
Ellis Redding. Wouldn't you know it? Me and some fellows I know were among the names. Andrew Dufresne. It only cost us a pack of smokes per man. I made my usual 20 per cent, of course. So, this big-shot lawyer calls me long-distance from Texas. I say, "Yeah?" He says, "Sorry to inform you, but your brother just died." Oh, damn, Byron. I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not. He was an asshole. Ran off years ago. Figured him for dead, anyway. So, anyway, this lawyer fella says to me, "Your brother died a rich man." Oil wells and shit. Close to a million bucks. A million bucks? Fucking incredible how lucky some assholes get. Jeez-Louise! Are you gonna see any of that? 35,000. That's what he left me. - Dollars? - Yeah. Holy shit! That's great. That's like winning the sweepstakes. Isn't it? Dumb shit. What do you think the government's gonna do to me? Take a big, wet bite out of my ass, is what. Poor Byron! Terrible fucking luck, huh? Crying shame. Some people really got it awful! Andy, are you nuts? Keep your eyes on your mop, man. Andy! Well, you'll pay some tax, but you'll still end up... Oh, yeah, yeah. Maybe enough to buy a new car. Then what? I've got to pay tax on the car. Repair, maintenance, goddamn kids pestering me to take them for a ride... And at the end of the year, you figure the tax wrong, you pay them out of your own pocket. I tell you... Uncle Sam! He puts his hand in your shirt and squeezes your tit till it's purple. - Andy! Andy! - What's he doing? - Getting himself killed. - Keep tarring. Some brother! Shit. Hey!
The Shawshank Redemption
51.5s
"In addition, the Library District has generously responded with a charitable donation of used books and sundries. We trust this will fill your needs. We now consider the matter closed. Please stop sending us letters." I want all this cleared out before the Warden gets back. Yes, sir. Good for you, Andy. Wow! It only took six years. From now on, I'll write two letters a week, instead of one. Oh, I believe you're crazy enough. You'd better get all this stuff out, like the Captain said. Now, I'm gonna go pinch a loaf. When I come back, this is all gone, right? Wow.
The Shawshank Redemption
1m12s
My wife used to say I'm a hard man to know. Like a closed book. Complained about it all the time. 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. That's why she died, because of me. The way I am. That don't make you a murderer. A bad husband, maybe. Feel bad about it if you want to, but you didn't pull the trigger. No, I didn't. Somebody else did. And I wound up in here. Bad luck, I guess.
The Shawshank Redemption