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All he needed was a suit and tie and a jiggly hula gal on his desk...
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-Man: If you ask for something, ask for a pool table. pool table: ×ÀÇǫ̀ »¹ÊÇÕÒÕĄ̊Çò×À°É¡£
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-Brooks: Six wardens have been through here in my tenure, tenure: Õ¼ÓÐÆÚ
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Not one born whose asshole... wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you ask for funds.
asshole:ɵ¹Ï pucker up: Ëõ£ tight: ½ôµÄ£¬ÀÎ¹ÌµÄ snare: ÏÝÚå ÄǸöÈË»¹Ã»ÓÐÉú³öÀ´£¬ÄãÏòËûÃÇÌá³ö¶¨Ôâ¾Ü¾øµÄ¡£ -Norton: The budget's stretched thin as it is. stretch: ¹ý¶ÈÀûÓà budget: Ô¤Ëã Ô¤Ëã²»¹»Óá£
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¡°... Andy got no answers. The following April, he did tax returns for half the guards at Shaw
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¡°... to coincide with tax season. The guards on the opposing teams all remembered to bring their W-2s.¡±
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In fact, it got so busy at tax time, he was allowed a staff. staff: ͬÊÂ
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-Red: ¡°Got me out of the wood shop a month out of the year, and that was fine by me. ¡°Ã¿ÄêÓÐÒ»¸öÔÂÀ뿪¼àÓüȥľ¹¤³¡×ö¹¤£¬¡± ¡°And still, he kept sending those letters.¡± ¡°Í¬Ê±£¬°²µÏÈԾɲ»¶ÏµÄдÐÅ¡£¡± -Man: It's Brooks. Brooks³öÊÂÁË£¡
-Red: Watch the door. Please, Brooks. Calm the fuck down. ¿´×ÅÃÅ£¬Àä¾²µã£¬Brooks¡£Ç§Íò±ð³å¶¯£¬·ÅÏÂÀ´£¡ -Brooks: Stay back, goddamn it! What's going on? ·ÅÏÂÀ´£¬¸ÃËÀ£¡·¢ÉúʲôÊ£¿
-Man: One second he's fine, then out come the knives. ËûͻȻÌͳöµ¶À´¡£
-Red: We can talk about this, right? ÓÐÊÂÂýÂýÉÌÁ¿ºÃÂð£¿
-Brooks: There's nothing to talk about. I'll cut his fucking throat.
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-Brooks: It's what they done! I got no choice. È¥ÎÊÓü¾¯°É£¡ÎÒ±ðÎÞÑ¡Ôñ¡£
-Andy: You won't hurt Heywood. We all know that.
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So put the knife down. Look at me. Put the knife down. ÄÇô°Ñµ¶·ÅÏ£¬¿´×ÅÎÒ¡£°Ñµ¶·ÅÏ¡£
Look at his neck, for God's sake. Look at his neck. He's bleeding. neck: ²±×Ó
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-Red: You've had worse from shaving. What did you do to set him off? shave: ¹Îºú×Ó
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-Heywood: Old man's crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse. rat: ºÄ×Ó tin: ¹Þ shithouse: ²ÞËù Àϼһï·èÁË¡£
-Red: That's enough out of you. ¹»ÁË¡£
-Man: Heard He had You shitting your pants. ÎÒÌý˵ÄãÏŵÃÄòÁ÷¡£ -Heywood: fuck you.