Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath?Īnyway, my father didn’t think so. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about, they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Until they’re so old and broken-down that - You know how long it takes a workin’ man to save five thousand dollars? They had to wait and save their money before they even thought of a decent home. Wait? Wait for what?! Until their children grow up and leave them?

Potter.Īnd what’s wrong with that? Why - here, you’re all businessmen here. Don’t it make them better citizens?ĭoesn’t it make them better customers? You, you said that they - What’d you say just a minute ago? But he did help a few people get outta your slums, Mr. Isn’t that right, Uncle Billy? He didn’t save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me. Why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, I’ll never know.īut neither you nor anybody else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was. Now, you’re right when you say my father was no business man. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.īecause to tell you the truth, I don’t give a sh*t.Ī monologue from the screenplay by Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett Rehabilitated? It’s just a bullsh*t word. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that’s left. I wanna try to talk some sense to him - tell him the way things are. I look back on the way I was then, a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. Not because I’m in here, or because you think I should. What do you really wanna know? Am I sorry for what I did? here’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. To me, it’s just a made up word, a politician’s word, so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. You know, I don’t have any idea what that means.

The Shawshank RedemptionĪ monologue from the screenplay by Frank Darabont and Stephen King It’s gonna make ya proud one day - I promise you.

You hold this boy’s future in your hands, committee. It’s a path made of principle - that leads to character. Without exception, I knew.īut I never took it. Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. But I can tell you this: he won’t sell anybody out to buy his future!!Īnd that, my friends, is called integrity! That’s called courage! Now that’s the stuff leaders should be made of. I don’t know if Charlie’s silence here today is right or wrong. Makers of men creators of leaders be careful what kind of leaders you’re producin’ here. I’m not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words, “cradle of leadership.” Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.Īnd it has fallen here it has fallen. You think you’re merely sendin’ this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are executin’ his SOUL!!Īnd why?! Because he’s not a Baird man! Baird men, ya hurt this boy, you’re going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya.Īnd Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, F*** YOU, too! But there isn’t nothin’ like the sight of an amputated spirit there is no prosthetic for that. Who the hell you think you’re talkin’ to? I’ve been around, you know? There was a time I could see.Īnd I have seen boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. If I were the man I was five years ago I’d take a FLAME-THROWER to this place! Outta order? I’ll show you outta order! You don’t know what outta order is, Mr. Scent Of A WomanĪ monologue from the screenplay by Bo Goldman

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