Charley Butts: I turned 35 today. Some birthday! When's your birthday? Frank Morris: I don't know. Charley Butts: Geez, what kind of childhood did you have? Frank Morris: Short.
Frank Morris: There's always the possibility that some asshole will be offended. Isn't there?
Warden: If you disobey the rules of society, they send you to prison; if you disobey the rules of the prison, they send you to US. Alcatraz is not like any other prison in the United States. Here, every inmate is confined ALONE... to an individual ce...
Frank Morris: Something special about those steps? English: The higher you sit, the more status you got. So we kind of play King of the Mountain. Except here we don't play for fun, man. Frank Morris: And you're King? English: Yeah. [Morris walks down...
English: Ten years ago, I was in this bar in Alabama when two dudes started hassling me. That was their first mistake. They pulled knives. That was their second mistake. They didn't know how to use them. That was the last mistake they ever made. I go...
Frank Morris: Tell me, you stopped killing white people? English: Why? Frank Morris: Well, next time I wouldn't turn my back on ya.
Warden: Alcatraz was built to keep all the rotten eggs in one basket, and I was specially chosen to make sure that the stink from the basket does not escape. Since I've been warden, a few people have tried to escape. Most of them have been recaptured...
Wolf: I'm lookin' for a new punk! Frank Morris: Good luck. Wolf: You don't understand. I just found her!
Litmus: What's your name kid? Charley Butts: Charley Butts. Litmus: Charley's Butt? Hahahah, you got a pretty friggin' funny name kid. Charley Butts: Oh yeah? What's yours? Litmus: Al Capone.
Prison Guard: Is something burning? Frank Morris: What? I don't smell nothing. Prison Guard: It must be my imagination. Working nights really gets to you. Frank Morris: You should try it from my side.
Wolf: When I get out, you're dead! Prison Guard: You might be dead before you get out.
Frank Morris: Goodbye, boy. English: So long, boy.
Doc: [sadly] But, painting's all I have!
English: Sometimes I think that's all this place is. One... long... count. The prisoners count the hours, the bulls count the prisoners and the king bulls count the counts.
Prison Guard: Welcome to Alcatraz.
John Anglin: Hey, how's it going, Frank? Frank Morris: Well, the Anglins. What are you guys doing, just dropping by? Clarence Anglin: Yeah, thought we'd pay you a visit. Frank Morris: Gonna stay long? John Anglin: Nah, not long. Only about fifteen or...
Wagner: What'd you order this stuff for? You don't look like the painting type to me. Charley Butts: You wouldn't know talent if it looked you in the face. Wagner: Well I'm looking you in the face and I don't see jack shit.
Prison Guard: Do you like the Hole Wolf? Because you are going to rot in there for a long time.
