Red: Andy Dufresne crawled across a river of dog shit and came out clean on the other side. Andy Dufresne, to the Pacific. Those of us who know him best often talk about him. I swear, he pulled something. It always makes us laugh. Sometimes it makes me sad that Andy is gone. I must remind myself that some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright... When they fly away, those who know their SINS will be glad... However, where you live is more boring and empty, gone. I guess I just miss my friends.
Andy: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. Open up a little hote! right on the beach. Buy some worthless old boat and fix it up new. Take my guests out charter fishing.
Andy: In a place like that, I could use a man that knows how to get things.
Red: I don't think I could make it on the outside, Andy. I've been in here most of my life. I'm an institutional man now. Just like Brooks was.
Andy: Well, you underestimate yourself.