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He…infected you with life? Old Man [Disgusted at watching people arguing on The Jerry Springer Show at the retirement home]: Why do we always watch this stuff? Old Woman: It’s interesting. Old Man: "Interesting"? A bunch of inbred trailer trash? All they ever talk about is fucking.

[Rehearsing Bitterbuck’s execution, with Toot-Toot standing in for him] Brutal: Arlen Bitterbuck, you have been condemned to die in the electric chair by a jury of your peers, sentence imposed by a judge in good standing in this state. Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out? Toot-Toot: Yeah. I want a fried chicken dinner with gravy on the taters, and I want to shit in your hat, and I got to have Mae West sit on my face ’cause I’m one horny motherfucker!

Paul: [After John enters his cell for the first time] Percy, they’re moving house in the infirmary. Why don’t you go see if they could use some help? Percy Wetmore: Well, they got all the men they need. Paul: Why don’t you just go and make sure? Percy: Uh-uh. Paul: I don’t care where you go, Percy, just as long as it’s not here at this very moment. [Percy nods and walks down the Mile; Del grins at him as he walks by, so Percy smacks Del’s fingers with a nightstick and makes Del scream in pain] Eduard Delacroix: [crying] God, he bust my finger! Percy: I wiped that grin off ya shit-poke face, didn’t I?! Paul: Goddamn it, Percy, get the hell off my block! [Percy looks at him, nods and leaves]

[Coffey seizes Paul’s groin for a few moments, then spews a mysterious insect-like cloud, which dissipates overhead] Paul: What did you just do to me? John Coffey: I helped it. Didn’t I help it? I just took it back, is all. Awful tired now, boss…dog-tired.

[The day after Coffey cures Paul’s urinary infection, Paul brings him some cornbread] Paul: It’s from my missus. She wanted to…thank you. John Coffey: Thank me for what? Paul: Well, you know. [looks around, then whispers] For helping me. John Coffey: Helpin’ you with what? Paul: You know. [gestures surreptitiously to his groin] John Coffey: [knowingly] Ohhhh. Was your missus pleased? Paul: Several times.

Paul: [dragging Wild Bill to the padded cell] Come on, Wild Bill. Little walky-walky. Wild Bill: Don’t you call me that! Wild Bill Hickok wasn’t no range rider! He was just some bushwhackin’ John Law! Dumb sumbitch sat with his back to the door, got killed by a drunk! Brutus "Brutal" Howell’: [sarcastically] Oh, my suds and body — a history lesson. You just never what you’ll gonna get when you come to work every day on the Green Mile. Thank you, Wild Bill.

[After Coffey brings Mr. Jingles back to life] Dean Stanton: What did you do? John Coffey: I helped Del’s mouse. He a circus mouse. Gonna live in a mouse city, down in… [struggles with the word] Brutus: Florida? [Coffey nods] John Coffey: Boss, Percy bad…he mean. He step on Del’s mouse. I took it back, though.

[After Percy empties the restraint room, trying to catch Mr. Jingles] Paul: Percy, you want to think about what you were doing just now? Percy: [looks at Paul] I was trying to get the mouse. Are you blind? Harry Terwilliger: You also scared the living crap out of me and Bill. Not to mention the inmates. [nods towards the inmate cells] Percy: So what? They aren’t in cradle-school, in case you didn’t notice. [to Paul] Although you treat them that way half the time. Brutus: We don’t scare ’em any more than we have to, Percy. They’re under enough strain as it is. Paul: Men under strain can snap. Hurt themselves and hurt others. That’s why our job is talking, not yelling. You’ll do better to think of this place like an intensive care ward of a hospital. Percy: I think of it as a bucket of piss to drown rats in, that’s all. [scans their faces] Anybody doesn’t like it, hm? You can kiss my ass. [Brutus grabs him by his collar and pushes him up against the wall] Don’t. Yeah, you try it. Go on, try it. You’ll be on the bread lines before the week is out. Paul: [puts his hand on Brutus’s arm] Okay, Brutal. [Brutus looks towards Paul, then back towards Percy, then lets go of him] Paul: [steps close] We all know who your connections are, Percy. But you ever threaten a man on this block again, we all gonna have a go. Job be damned. Percy: You done? Paul: [ Contemptuously] Get all this shit back in the restraining room, Percy. You’re cluttering up my Mile.

Hal Moores: [storming into the room after Delacroix’s botched execution] What in the blue fuck was that!? Jesus Christ, there’s puke all over the floor up there! And the smell — I got Van Hay to open both doors, but that smell won’t go out for five damn years, that’s what I’m bettin’! And that asshole Wharton is singing about it! You can hear him up there! Paul: [calmly] Can he carry a tune, Hal? [Moores takes the hint and laughs grimly, regaining his composure] Hal: Okay, boys, okay. Now, what in the hell happened? Paul: An execution. A successful one. Hal: How in the name of Christ can you call that a success? Paul: Eduard Delacroix is dead. [looks at Percy] Isn’t he? Hal: Percy? Something to say? Percy: [meekly] I didn’t know the sponge was supposed to be wet. Hal: [angrily disgusted] How many years you spend pissing on a toilet seat before someone told you to put it up? Paul: [calmly] Percy fucked up, Hal. Pure and simple. Hal: That your official position? Paul: Don’t you think it should be? He’s puttin’ in a transfer request to Briar Ridge tomorrow, movin’ on to bigger and better things. Isn’t that right, Percy? Percy: Yeah. Yeah. Wild Bill: [singing off-camera upstairs] Bar-be-QUE!

[Paul has the men over for lunch, as he hatches his plan for Moores’ terminally-ill wife] Paul: You all saw what he did to the mouse. Brutus: I coulda gone the rest of the day without you bringin’ that up. Dean: I coulda gone the rest of the year. Paul: He did the same thing to me. He put his hands on me…and he took my bladder infection away. Jan Edgecombe: ‘S true. When he came home that day, he was… [pauses and half-smiles] all better. [Paul gives her a sly look] Dean: Aw, wait. You’re talkin’ about a…an authentic healin’? A praise- Jesus miracle? Paul: I am. Jan: [barely suppressing a grin] Oh, yeah.

Harry Terwilliger: Now, w-what if he escapes? I’d hate to lose my job or go to prison…but I’d hate worse to have a dead child on my conscience. Paul: I don’t think that’s gonna happen. In fact…I don’t think he did it at all. I do not see God putting a… gift like that, in the hands of a man who could kill a child.

[Percy, staring vacantly, is unresponsive after shooting and killing Wild Bill] Bill Dodge: Percy. Percy Wetmore. Son, can ya hear me? Sheriff McGee: Speak up if you can hear us. Bill Dodge: [to the bystanders] I think this boy’s cheese slid off his cracker.

Paul: John, tell me what you want me to do. You want me to take you out of here? Just let you run away, see how far you could get? John Coffey: [scornful] Why would you do such a foolish thing? Paul: On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I…did I kill one of his true miracles — what am I gonna say? That it was my job? [disgustedly] It was my job. John Coffey: You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. [puts his hand on Edgecombe’s wrung ones] I know you hurtin’ and worryin’, I can feel it on you. But you oughta quit on it now. I want it over and done with, I do. I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein’ on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I’m tired of never having me a buddy to be with, to tell me where we’s going to or coming from, or why. Mostly, I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world every day. There’s too much of it — it’s like pieces of glass in my head, all the time. Can you understand? Paul: Yes, John, I think I can.