20,000 Years in Sing Sing

Tommy Connors:
What are you guys trying to do? Make a monkey out of me?

Policeman:
Go on and sit down.

Tommy Connors:
Say, I guess you don't know who I am. Maybe the warden didn't tell ya. I'm Tommy Connors.

Policeman:
Oh yeah? What of it? [Tommy punches him] Why, you!

Tommy Connors:
Come on and I'll show ya how tough I am.

Policeman:
Hey you, come on out.

Tommy Connors:
If you're coming in to give me the works, you'll have to come in and drag me out.

Policeman:
Oh, no, no, no. No more of that. You've got a big pull around here. The warden said you don't have to wear a uniform.

Tommy Connors:
Well, certainly. Ha, okay let's go boys.

Prisoner #1:
Ain't he got cute legs, just like Marlene Dietrich.

Prisoner #2:
Hey keeper, you better search that guy. Looks like he's got a set of burglar's tools in the seat of his B.V.D's.

Prisoner #3:
Bye, bye baby.

Policeman:
Come on.

Tommy Connors:
Hey wait a minute. Wait a minute. What about my clothes?

Policeman:
You said you didn't want any uniform and the warden said it would be all right.

Prisoner:
Get a load of that outfit!

Policeman:
Hey, Steve, they're going to the boiler room. [to Tommy] Not you. You're working here. [sends him to the Ice Room]

Fay Wilson:
I'm telling the truth and that's that.

Policeman:
Okay, Miss. Don't get tough. Regulation.

Fay Wilson:
Tommy!

[runs to him and kisses him]

Fay Wilson:
Darling. Are you okay?

Tommy Connors:
Yeah, sure. Gee, it's swell to see ya. How are you? All right?

Fay Wilson:
Yeah. Oh, darling, I'm glad to see ya. Are you okay?

Tommy Connors:
Sure.

Tommy Connors:
I'd give a million bucks to be alone with you for a little while honey. Do you love me?

Fay Wilson:
Yeah.

Tommy Connors:
Well don't come up here dolled up like that anymore.

Fay Wilson:
Why, Tommy?

Tommy Connors:
What's the matter with you? Do you want me to go crazy? You have me foaming at the mouth like a cream puff.

Fay Wilson:
On, I'm sorry, Tommy, I never thought about that. I just want to look nice for you.

Tommy Connors:
That's alright. But, you know you don't have to come up here looking too hot!

Fay Wilson:
I don't want anything. Get out.

Joe Finn:
So you changed your mind huh? Just a trouble making broad. And you're not gonna get a chance to squawk.

Tommy Connors:
She ain't gonna squawk. And neither am I.

Joe Finn:
Conners!

Tommy Connors:
Yeah, yeah, it's me. And I got here just in time to rub you out, you dirty... [punches him]

Fay Wilson:
Tommy!

Tommy Connors:
You go out and grab yourself a square guy, you see. See, a guy that works for a living that can give you a home and kids and happiness. All that kind of stuff.

Fay Wilson:
I don't want anybody but you. Any.

The Warden - Paul Long:
Listen, Finn, I'm running this prison, and while I'm running it, I'll run it without politicians and without bribes. People on the outside are supposed to be created free and equal, but they aren't. Here they really are. One inmate's as good as another inmate, but no better. Now clear out and don't come back! When you get back to yur ward, tell those boys you were talking to about that. I don't want any of them around here any more than I want a flock of maggots! And if Connors's got any ideas that he's going to get any favors, he'll find out differently right away.

Joe Finn:
But you don't understand!

The Warden - Paul Long:
[Dismissively] That's all.

Tommy Connors:
[brashly about prison] I'll kick my way outta that dump with moccasins on.

The Warden - Paul Long:
[to Connors]... and remember this, if two men in this place know anything, I know it.

Tester of Convicts' IQs:
You're pretty smart when you want to be.

Tommy Connors:
Not so smart or I wouldn't be here.

Tommy Connors:
Warden, I never broke my word, see - not even to a rat, and I won't break it now to a square guy. After what you're doing for me, I'll come back... even it means the chair, I'll come back.

Fay Wilson:
I don't want anybody but you, ever!

Tommy Connors:
Well, you can't have me because I belong to the State of New York, and in a few hours the State of New York's gonna take me out and burn me. Then they're gonna take out my brains and shove them in a jar of alchy.

Reporter #2:
That's your castle on the Hudson, Tommy.

Tommy Connors:
Hi ya, Sing Sing. What a lousy name. Sounds like a Chop Suey joint.

Conductor:
Ossining, Ossining...

Tommy Connors:
Alright, now I'll tell you somethin'. If I find that I got a way to crash my way out of here and I have to rub somebody out to do it, I'd just as soon rub you out as the next guy.

The Warden - Paul Long:
One of these days you'll learn, Connors, that no man has a spot in this world, except in relation to the people around him. That, you've got to be useful to live.

Tommy Connors:
Save that for Sunday, Warden. And let me pass the plate.