--Captain Hadley: What the Christ is this happy horseshit?
--Prisoner: Hey, he took the Lord's name in vain! I'm tellin' the warden!
--Captain Hadley: You'll be tellin' the warden about my baton up your ass!
--Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night, I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary! Every last motherfucker in here!
--Red: [narrating] And that's how it came to pass that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of forty-nine wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning drinking icy cold, Bohemia-style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
--Captain Hadley: Drink up while it's cold, ladies.
--Red: [narrating] The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous.