Same old shit, different dayAndy Dufresne: What about you? What are you in here for?Red: Murder, same as you.Andy Dufresne: Innocent?Red: Only guilty man in Shawshank.
I understand you're a man who knows how to get things.
Warden Samuel Norton: Well?Red: Well what?Warden Samuel Norton: I see you two all the time, you're thick as thieves, you are. He musta said something.Red: Honest, Warden, not a word.Warden Samuel Norton: Lord, it's a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind! Nothing left but some damn rocks on the windowsill. And that cupcake on the wall! Let's ask her, maybe she knows.Warden Samuel Norton: What say you there, fuzzy-britches? Feel like talking? Aw, guess not. Why should she be any different?Warden Samuel Norton: This is a conspiracy, that's what it is.Warden Samuel Norton: One... big... damn conspiracy! And everyone's in on it, including her!
I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.