Brian Libby credited as playing...
Floyd
- Heywood: The Count of Monte Crisco...
- Floyd: That's "Cristo" you dumb shit.
- Heywood: ...by Alexandree Dumb-ass. Dumb-ass.
- Andy Dufresne: Dumb-ass? "Dumas". You know what it's about? You'll like it, it's about a prison break.
- Red: We oughta file that under "Educational" too, oughten we?
- Captain Hadley: Dufresne!
- [to Dekins]
- Captain Hadley: That's him. That's the one.
- Guard Dekins: I'm Dekins. I was thinking about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations.
- Andy Dufresne: Oh, I see. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you have a piece of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins...
- Brooks: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners] And then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, do you want your sons to go to Harvard... or Yale?"
- Floyd: He didn't say that!
- Brooks: God is my witness! Dekins just looked at him a second and then he laughed himself silly and afterwards he actually shook Andy's hand.
- Heywood: My ass.
- Brooks: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I mean all Andy needed was a suit and a tie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you please.
- Red: Making a few friends, huh Andy?
- Andy Dufresne: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides sound financial planning - it's a wonderful pet to have.
- Red: I'm tellin' you, the guy's... he's talkin' funny. We better keep an eye on him.
- Snooze: That's fine during the day but at night he's got that cell all to himself.
- Heywood: [remembering something] Oh lord...
- Red: What?
- Heywood: Andy come down to the loading dock today. He asked me for a length of rope.
- Red: Rope?
- Heywood: [meaningfully] Six feet long.
- Snooze: And you gave it to him?
- Heywood: Sure I did, why wouldn't I?
- Floyd: Jesus, Heywood!
- Heywood: [upset] How was I supposed to know?
- Floyd: Remember Brooks Hatlen?
- Snooze: No. Andy'd never do that. Never.
- Red: I don't know. Every man's got his breaking point.
- Heywood: It's a fine morning, ain't it? You know why it's a fine morning, don't ya? Come on, set 'em down. I want 'em all lined up, just like a pretty little chorus line.
- [the cons pull out cigarettes and hand them over to Heywood, who lines them up in front of him. He takes a long whiff]
- Heywood: Ah, yes. Richmond, Virginia.
- Floyd: Smell my ass.
- Floyd: [Dismissing Red's theory on why Brooks killed himself] Red, I do believe you're talking out of your ass.
- Floyd: Takin' bets today, Red?
- Red: Smokes or coins, better's choice.
- Floyd: Smokes. Put me down for two.
- Red: All right, who's your horse?
- Floyd: That little sack o' shit. Eighth, eighth from the front. He'll be first.
- Heywood: Aw, bullshit. I'll call that action. You out some smokes, son, let me tell you!
- Floyd: Well, Heywood, you so smart, you call it!
- Heywood: I'll take the chubby fat-ass there. Fifth from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck.