Andy: I had mr mozart to keep me company...[points and taps his head.] It was in here. [gestures over his heart] And 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 played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it, though. Didn't make too much sense in here

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Andy: No, here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.



Red: Forget

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Andy: That there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone. That there's... there's somethin' inside that they can't get to; that they can't touch. It's yours

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Red: What are you talkin' about

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Andy: Hope

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Red: Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea

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Andy: Like Brooks did?