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Red: I have no idea to this day what those two In ladies were singin'about. Truth is, I don't want to know, Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singin'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 that 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 at Shawshank felt free. It pissed the warden off something awful.
Warden: Open the door. Open it up! Dufrense, open this door! Turn that offl I am warning you, Dufrense, turn that off!
Hadley: Dufrense, you are mine now.
Red: Andy got to weeks in the hole for that¨ittle stunt.
Hadlen: On your feet.
Con l: Hey, look who's here.
Con 2: Maestro
Hey wood: You, you couldn't plaY somethin'good, huh ? Like Hank Williams ?
Andy: They broke the door down before I could take requests.
Floyd : Was it worth two weeks in the hole ?
Andy: Easiest time I ever did.
Heywood: Oh, shit. No such thing as easy time in the hole A week in the hole is like a year.
Snooze: Damn straight.
Andy: I had Mr. Mozart to keep me company.
Red: So they let you tote that record player down there, huh ?
Andy: It was in here... in here. That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you. Haven't you ever felt that way about music ?
Red: Well I pfayed a mean harmonica as a younger man Lost my interest in it, though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy: Here 's where it makes most sense. You need it so you don 't forget.
Andy: ForgBt that there are places in the world that aren 't made out of stone, that there's.. there's something inside that they can't get to and they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What are you talking about ?
Red: Hope. Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. lt's got no use on the inside. You 'd better get used to the idea.
Andy: Like Brooks did ?