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: Your painting privileges have been removed.
Prison Guard: I don't know.
Frank Morris: There's always the possibility that some asshole will be offended. Isn't there?
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.
Charley Butts: How you doing neighbor? I'm Charlie Butts.
Prison Guard: D-Block, Morris.
Frank Morris: But he came at me.
Prison Guard: I said, D-Block.
Frank Morris: Wolf wanted to get friendly. I didn't.
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.
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 got two 99-year sentences, back to back.
Frank Morris: Seems like you could've pleaded self-defense.
English: The dudes were white, man. Just like you.
Warden: Some men are destined never to leave Alcatraz... alive.
Wolf: I'm lookin' for a new punk.
Frank Morris: Good luck.
Wolf: You don't understand. I just found her.
Frank Morris: Here. Put that in your report.