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Love to make your acquaintance. especially that big, white, mushy butt of yours. acquaintance:Ïàʶ mushy: ¶à³îÉÆ¸ÐµÄ£¬¸ÐÉ赀 butt: [ÃÀ¹ú¿ÚÓï]ƨ¹É »áºÜÀÖÒâÈÏʶÄãµÄ£¬ÓÈÆäÊÇÄãÄÇÓÖ°×ÓÖÄ󵀮¨¹É¡£ -Fat: God! I don't belong here! Ìì°¡£¡ÎÒ²»ÊôÓÚÕâÀ -All: We have a winner! àË£¬ÓÐÈËÓ®ÁË¡£

-Fat: I want to go home! ÎÒÒª»Ø¼Ò¡£

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-All: I had your mother! She wasn't that great! ÎÒ²Ù¹ýÄãÂèÂ裡Ëý²»ÔõôÑù¡£

-Hadley: What the Christ is this horseshit? christ: Ìì°¡ horseshit: ºú˵ ·¢ÉúÁËʲôÊ£¿

-Fat: He blasphemed. I'll tell the warden. blaspheme: ÈèÂî

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-All: You'll tell him with my baton up your ass! baton: Ö¸»Ó°ô

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-Hadley: What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk?

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-Fat: Please! I ain't supposed to be here. Not me! ain't: = am not

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-Hadley: I won't count to three. Not even to one. You shut up, or I'll sing you a lullaby! count: (ÒÀ´Î)Êýµ½ lullaby:´ßÃßÇú

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-All: Me neither! They run this place like a fucking prison! ÎÒÒ²ÊÇ£¡ÕâÀï±»ËûÃÇŪµÃ¾ÍÏñ¼àÓü¡£ -Hadley: Son of a bitch! bitch:¼úÅ®ÈË ¹·ÄïÑøµÄ¡£

-All: Captain, take it easy! take it easy: ÇáËÉÒ»µã ³¤¹Ù£¬ËãÁË¡£

-Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here tonight... I swear by God and Jesus, you will all visit the infirmary.

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Every last motherfucker in here. Call the trustees. Take that tub of shit down to the infirmary. motherfucker:»ìÕ˶«Î÷ trustee: ÊÜÍÐÈË tub: Ͱ ËùÓеÄÈ˶¼²»»á·Å¹ýµÄ¡£°ÑËû̧µ½Ò½ÁÆÊÒÈ¥¡£

-Red: ¡°His first night in the joint, Dufresne cost me two packs of cigarettes. He never made a sound.¡±

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-Police: Tier 3 north, clear count! Tier 2 north, clear count. Tier 3 south, clear. Prepare to roll out. Roll out!

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-Brooks: Do you mind? That's nice and ripe. Jake says thank you. ripe: ³ÉÊìµÄ

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Fell out of his nest over by the plate shop.

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I'm going to look after him until he's big enough to fly.

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-Heywood: Morning, fellas. Fine morning, isn't it? fella: <Ùµ>»ï¼Æ

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You know why it's a fine morning, don't you? Send them down. I want them lined up... send down: Ͷ line up: ÅŶӣ¬Ê¹ÅųÉÒ»ÐÐ

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I can't stand this guy. Oh, Lord! Yes! Richmond, Virginia. Smell my ass! ÎÒÕæÊܲ»ÁËÁË¡£Richmond¡¢Virginia??ÎÅÎ񵀮¨°É¡£ -Man: After he smells mine. ÔÙÎÅÎÅÎҵġ£

-Heywood: That's a shame about your horse coming in last and all. shame: 񁼦

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But I sure do love that winning horse of mine, though. µ«ÎÒºÜϲ»¶ÎÒÏÂ×¢µÄÄǸöÈË¡£

I owe that boy a big kiss when I see him. owe: Ç·

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-Red: Why don't you give him some of your cigarettes instead? Lucky fuck! ÄãΪºÎ²»°ÑÏãÑÌ·Ö¸øËûµã£¿

-Heywood: Hey, Tyrell. You pull infirmary duty this week? How's my horse doing anyway? àË£¬Tyrell£¬ÕâÖÜÄãÔÚÒ½ÁÆÊÒµ±ÖµÊÇÂð£¿ÎÒÏÂ×¢µÄÄǸöÔõôÑùÁË£¿ -Man: Dead. Hadley busted his head up pretty good. bust: ±¬ÁÑµÄ bastard: ¿ÉÁ¯³æ ËÀÁË£¬Hadley´ò±¬ÁËËûµÄÍ·£¬

Doc had gone home for the night. Poor bastard lay there till this morning. ÍíÉÏÒ½Éú¶¼»Ø¼ÒÁË£¬¿ÉÁ¯µÄ¼Ò»ï¾ÍÔÚÄÇÀïÌɵ½ÔçÉÏ¡£ By then, there wasn't nothing we could do. ¿ÉÊÇÄÇʱÎÒÃÇÒѾ­ÎÞÄÜΪÁ¦ÁË¡£ -Andy: What was his name? Ëû½Ðʲô£¿

-Heywood: What'd you say? Äã˵ʲô£¿

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-Heywood: What the fuck do you care, new fish? ¹ØÄãÆ¨Ê£¬ÐÂÀ´µÄ£¿

Doesn't fucking matter what his name was. He's dead.

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-Sister: Anybody come at you yet? Anybody get to you yet? come at:½Ó½ü

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Hey, we all need friends in here. I could be a friend to you. àË£¬ÔÚÕâÀïÎÒÃǶ¼ÐèÒªÅóÓÑ£¬ÎÒ¿ÉÒÔ×öÄãµÄÅóÓÑ¡£ Hard to get. I like that. ÄѵÃÊÖ£¬ÎÒϲ»¶¡£

-Red: ¡°Andy kept pretty much to himself at first. AndyÒ»¿ªÊ¼ºÜ×Ô±Õ£¬

I guess he had a lot on his mind... trying to adapt to life on the inside.¡± adapt to: ÊÊÓ¦

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¡°wasn't until a month went by before he opened his mouth... to say more than two words to somebody.¡±

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-Red: Wife-killing banker. Why'd you do it? ɱÆÞµÄÒøÐмң¬ÄãΪºÎҪɱÄãµÄÆÞ×Ó£¿ -Andy: I didn't, since you ask. ÎÒûÓÐɱËý¡£

-Red: You're going to fit right in. Everybody in here's innocent. Didn't you know that? fit: ÊÊÓ¦ innocent: ÎÞ¹¼µÄ

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-Heywood: Didn't do it. Lawyer fucked me. lawyer: ÂÉʦ

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-Red: Rumor has it you're a real cold fish. Ìý˵ÄãºÜÀä¿á¡£

You think your shit smells sweeter than most. Is that right? rumor: Ò¥´« sweet: ¿É°®µÄ ÄãÒÔΪ×Ô¼ººÜÁ˲»Æð£¬¶ÔÂ𣿠-Andy: What do you think? ÄãÔõôÈÏÎªÄØ£¿

-Red: To tell you the truth, I haven't made up my mind. make up mind: È·¶¨ ˵ʵ»°£¬ÎÒ»¹²»ÖªµÀ¡£

-Andy: I understand you're a man that knows how to get things. ÎÒÖªµÀÄãÄÜÄõ½Î¥½ûÆ·¡£