Red: That don't make you a murderer. A [?] husband, maybe.
Feel bad about it if you want to, but you didn't pull the trigger.

Andy: No, I didn't. Somebody [?] did.
And I wound up in here. Bad luck, I guess.

Red: Yeah.

Andy: It floats around. It's got to [?] on somebody.
It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado.
I just didn't expect the storm would last as [?] as it has.
Do you think you'll ever get out of here?

Red: Me? Yeah. One day, when I've got a long, [?] beard
and two or three marbles rolling around upstairs, they'll let me out.

Andy: I tell you [?] I'd go. Zihuatanejo.

Red: Zi...what?

Andy: Zihuatanejo. It's in Mexico.
A little [?] on the Pacific Ocean.
You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?

Red: No.

Andy: They say it has no [?]. That's where I want to live the rest of my life.
A warm place with no memory. Open up a little [?], right on the beach.
Buy some worthless old boat, fix it up new. Take my guests out.
Charter [?].

Red: Zihuatanejo, huh?

Andy: In a place like that, I could use a man who [?] how to get things.