"Was it worth it, two weeks in the hole?"
"Easiest time I ever did."
"Bullshit! There's no such thing as easy time in the hole. A week in the hole is like a year."
"I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company."
"So, they let you tote that record player down there, huh?"
"It was in here. 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 much sense in here."
"Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it, so you don't forget."
"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 talking about?"
"Hope."
...and if you've come this far, maybe you'd come a bit further.
— You know what that's about?
— No.
— You'll like it. It's about a prison break.
— We ought to file that under Educational, too, oughtn't we?
I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
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.
You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory.
— 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. Yeah. It floats around. It's got to land on somebody. It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado. I just didn't expect the storm would last as long as it has.
Heywood: — The Count of Monte Crisco...
Floyd: — That's "Cristo" you dumb shit.
Heywood: — ...by Alexandree D-u-m-a-s... Dumb-ass!
Andy Dufresne: — Dumb-ass? "Dumas".