Mr. Hadley, do you trust your wife? [Hadley threatens to throw Andy off the roof] Because if you do trust her, there's no reason you can't keep that thirty-five thousand...If you want to keep all that money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-time only gift to your spouse for up to sixty thousand dollars...tax-free...you do need someone to set up the tax-free gift for you, and it'll cost you, a lawyer for example...I suppose I could set it up for you. That would save you some money. You get the forms, I'll prepare them for you, nearly free of charge.
2nd most-quoted character in The Shawshank Redemption (1994): in 29 of its 68 quotes
Most scenes with: Ellis Boyd "Red" Redding (11), Heywood (3), Floyd (2)
There's a big hayfield up near Buxton...One in particular. It's got a long rock wall, a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Red. If you ever get out, find that spot. In the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. A piece of black, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to have.
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12 quotesAll I ask is three beers a piece for each of my co-workers...I think a man workin' outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion.
What you hear isn't half of it. He's got scams you haven't even dreamed of. Kickbacks on his kickbacks. There's a river of dirty money running through this place...I channel it, filter it, funnel it - Stocks, securities, tax-free municipals - I send that money out into the real world and when it comes back...by the time Norton retires, I will have made him a millionaire.
He's a phantom, an apparition, second cousin to Harvey the rabbit. I conjured him out of thin air. He doesn't exist, except on paper...Mr. Stephens has a birth certificate, driver's license, social security number...
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.
Sir, if I were ever to get out, I would never mention what goes on in here. I'd be just as indictable as you for laundering that money.
It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. Open up a little hotel right on the beach. Buy some worthless old boat and fix it up new. Take my guests out charter fishing...You know, in a place like that, I could use a man that knows how to get things.
Dear Red, If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don't you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I'll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend, Andy.
No. I was sobering up. I got back in the car and I drove home to sleep it off. Along the way, I threw my gun into the Royal River. I've been very clear on this point.
Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.
It's perfectly legal, go ask the IRS, they'll say the same thing. Actually I feel stupid telling you this, I'm sure you would've investigated the matter yourself.
"Dear Warden; You were right. Salvation lay within. Andy"
Scenes with Andy Dufresne
16 scenesMr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation you had with your wife the night that she was murdered.
It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around. She said she wanted a divorce in Reno...I told her I would not grant one.
'I'll see you in Hell before I see you in Reno.' Those were the words you used, Mr. Dufresne, according to the testimony of your neighbors.
Why'd you do it?
I didn't, since you ask.
You're gonna fit right in. Everybody in (here) is innocent. Didn't you know that? (to Heywood) Hey Heywood, what you in for?
Didn't do it. Lawyer **** me.
Rumor has it you're a real cold fish. You think your shit smells sweeter than most. Is that right?
What do you think?
I'll tell ya the truth. I haven't made up my mind.
I'm known to locate certain things from time to time.
I wonder if you might get me a rock-hammer.
...What is it and why?
What do you care?
What if it was a toothbrush? I wouldn't ask questions. I'd just quote a price. But then, a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't it?
Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about six or seven inches long. Looks like a miniature pick-axe.
Pick-axe?
For rocks.
Rocks. Quartz?
Quartz. Here's some mica, shale, limestone.
So?
So I'm a rock-hound. At least I was, in my old life. I'd like to be again, on a limited basis.
Or maybe you'd like to sink your toy into somebody's skull.
No, sir. I have no enemies here.
No? Wait a while. Word gets around. The Sisters have taken quite a likin' to you, especially Bogs.
I don't suppose it would help any if I explained to them I'm not homosexual.
Neither are they. You have to be human first. They don't qualify. Bull **** take by force. That's all they want or understand. If I were you, I'd grow eyes in the back of my head.
Thanks for the advice.
That's free. You understand my concern.
Well, if there's any trouble, I won't use the rock-hammer. OK?
Then I guess you wanna escape. Tunnel under the wall, maybe? [Andy laughs] Did I miss something here? What's funny?
You'll understand when you see the rock-hammer.
I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company...[He points and taps his head] It was in here. [And he gestures over his heart] And in here. That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you. Haven't you ever felt that way about music?...Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so we don't forget...that there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone, that there's, there's somethin' inside that they can't get to, that they can't touch. It's yours.
What are you talkin' about?
Hope.
Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea.
Like Brooks did?
I'm done. Everything stops. Get someone else to run your scams.
Nothing stops! Nothing! Or you will do the hardest time there is. No more protection from the guards. I'll pull you out of that one-bunk Hilton and cast you down with the sodomites. You'll think you got **** by a train. And the library? Gone! Sealed off brick by brick! We'll have us a little book-barbecue in the yard. They'll see the flames for miles. We'll dance around it like wild Injuns. Do you understand me? Are you catching my drift? Or am I being obtuse? (to guard)Give him another month [in solitary] to think about it.
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 and that's why she died - because of me, the way I am.
That don't make you a murderer. 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.
I don't think you ought to be doing this to yourself, Andy. This is just shitty pipedreams. I mean, Mexico is way the hell down there and you're in here, and that's the way it is.
Yeah, right. That's the way it is. It's down there and I'm in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'.
Now, I'm gonna open my fly and you're gonna swallow what I give ya to swallow. And after you swallow mine you're gonna swallow Rooster's cause ya done broke his nose and I think he oughta have something to show for it.
Anything you put in my mouth you're gonna lose.
Naw, you don't understand. You do that and I'll put all eight inches of steel in your ear.
All right. But you should know that sudden serious brain injury causes the victim to bite down hard. In fact, I hear the bite reflex is so strong they have to pry the victims jaws open with a crowbar.
Where do you get this shit?
I read it. You know how to read, you ignorant ****?
Mr. Dufresne, describe the confrontation you had with your wife the night she was murdered.
It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around. And she said that she wanted a divorce in Reno.
What was your response?
I told her I would not grant one.
"I'll see you in Hell before I see you in Reno", those were the words you used, Mr. Dufresne, according to the testimony of your neighbors.
If they say so. I really don't remember that I was upset.
What happened after you argued with your wife?
She packed a bag...she packed a bag to go and stay with Mr. Quentin.
Glenn Quentin. Golf pro at the Snowden Hills Country Club. The man that you had recently discovered was your wife's lover. Did you follow her?
I went to a few bars first. Later, I drove to his house to confront them, but they weren't home. So I parked in the turnout and waited.
With what intention?
I'm not sure. I was confused...drunk. I think...mostly I wanted to scare them.
When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them.
No. I was sobering up. I got back in the car and I drove home to sleep it off. Along the way, I stopped and I threw my gun into the Royal River. I've been very clear on this point.
Well, where I get hazy is when the cleaning woman shows up the following morning, and finds your wife in bed with her lover riddled with 38.caliber bullets. Now, does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, Mr. Dufresne, or is it just me?
Yes it does.
And yet, you still maintain that you threw your gun into the river before the murders took place. That's very convenient.
It's the truth.
The police dragged that river for 3 days, and nary a gun was found. So, there could be no comparison made between your gun and the bullets taken from the blood-stained corpses of the victims. And that also...is very convenient. Isn't it, Mr. Dufresne?
Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient that the gun was never found.
Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the evidence, you know all the facts. We have the accused at the scene of the crime, we have tire tracks, we have bullets strewn on the ground that bear his fingerprints. A broken bourbon bottle, likewise with fingerprints, and most of all, we have a beautiful young woman and her lover, lying dead in each other's arms. They had sinned. But was their crime so great as to merit a death sentence? Now while you think about that, consider this: a revolver holds six bullets, not eight. I submit that this was not a hot-blooded crime of passion; that at least could be understood if not condoned. No. This was revenge of a much more brutal, cold-blooded nature. Consider this: four bullets per victim. Not six shots fired, but eight. That means that he fired the gun empty, and then stopped to reload, so that he could shoot each of them again: an extra bullet per lover, right in the head.
You strike me as a particularly icy and remorseless man, Mr. Dufresne. It chills my blood to look at you. By the power vested in me by the State of Maine, I hereby order you to serve two life sentences back-to-back, one for each of your victims. So be it.
Red. Name's Red.
Red. Why do they call you that?
Maybe it's because I'm Irish.
Andy, we're getting to be kind of friends, aren't we?
Yeah, I guess.
Can I ask you something? Why'd you do it?
I'm innocent, Red. Just like everybody else here. What are you in here for?
Murder. Same as you.
Innocent?
Only guilty man in Shawshank.
Was it worth it, two weeks in the hole?
Easiest time I ever did.
Bullshit. No such thing as easy time in the hole.
A week seems like a year.
Damn straight.
I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
So they let you tote that record player down there, huh?
It was in here. [gestures over his heart] And in here. That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you. Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Well, I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it, though. Didn't make too much sense in here.
Well, here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.
Forget?
That there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside that they can't get to. that they can't touch. It's yours.
What are you talkin' about?
Hope.
Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea.
Like Brooks did?
Stevenson. Fiction, "Adventure". What's next?
I got here Auto Repair and Soap Carving.
Trade skills and hobbies. Goes under "Educational", the stack right behind you.
The Count of Monte Crisco.
That's Cristo, you dumb shit.
By Alexandree... Dum-ass. Dumbass?
Dumbass? [Heywood shows him the book] Dumas. You know what that's about?
Uh-uh.
You'll like it. It's about a prison break.
Well, we ought to file that under "Educational" too. Oughtn't we?
I have to say, that's the most amazing story I ever heard. What amazes me most is you were taken in by it.
Sir?
Well, It's obvious this fellow Williams is impressed with you. He hears your tale of woe and quite naturally wants to cheer you up. He's young, not terribly bright. Not surprising he didn't know what a state he'd put you in.
Sir, he's telling the truth.
Let's say for a moment this... Blatch does exist. You think he'd just fall to his knees and cry, "Yes, I did it! I confess! By all means, please add a life term to my sentence!"
You know, that wouldn't matter. With Tommy's testimony, I can get a new trial.
That's assuming Blatch is even still there. Chances are excellent he'd be released by now.
Well, they'd have his last known address. Names of relatives. It's a chance, isn't it? [Norton shakes his head] How can you be so obtuse?
What? What did you call me?
Obtuse, is it deliberate?
Son, you are forgetting yourself.
The country club will have his old time cards! W-2s with his name on them!
Dufresne, if you want to indulge this fantasy, that's your business. Don't make it mine. This meeting's over.
Sir, if I were to ever get out, I would not mention what goes on in here. I'd be just as indictable as you for laundering that money.
Don't you ever mention money to me again, you sorry son of a bitch; not in this office, not anywhere! [presses buzzer on his desk] Get in here now!
I was just trying to set your mind at ease, that's all. Sir, I didn't--
Yes, sir. Come on!
What's the matter with you?
Get him out of here.
This is my chance to get out! Don't you see that? It's my life! Don't you understand? My life! NO!
Get him out! GET HIM OUT!
Think you'll ever get out of here?
Me? Yeah, one day when I got a long, white beard and two or three marbles rolling around upstairs, they'll let me out.
I tell you where I'd go: Zihuatanejo.
Say what?
Zihuatanejo. It's in Mexico. A little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
No.
They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life: a warm place with no memory. Open up a little hotel, right on the beach, buy some worthless old boat, and fix it up new. Take my guests out charter fishing.
Zihuatanejo.
In a place like that, I could use a man that knows how to get things.
I don't think I could make it on the outside, Andy. I been in here most of my life. I'm an institutional man now.
In here, I'm the guy who can get things for you, sure, but outside all you need is the Yellow Pages. Hell, I wouldn't know where to begin. Pacific Ocean? Shit. Might scare me to death, something that big.
Not me. I didn't shoot my wife, and I didn't shoot her lover. Whatever mistakes I made, I've paid for them and then some. That hotel, that boat, I don't think that's too much to ask.
I don't think you ought to be doing this to yourself, Andy. This is just shitty pipe dreams. I mean, Mexico is way the hell down there and you're in here, and that's the way it is.
Yeah, right. That's the way it is. It's down there and I'm in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'.
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