Over the Wall

The Minister:
[Ironically] From all sinners to All-Saint's.

Warden Ed:
[Referring to Vigo] If ever there's a man beyond help, it's that one!

The Minister:
No man is beyond help.

The Minister:
You've never cried, have you, Benny? Never tasted the salt of your own humanity? 'Tis a pity, lad, 'cause it's a pleasant taste. Unabashed tears are the great cleanser for the human heart.

The Minister:
[Holding a wooden match] The flame of this match is like the human soul, Benny. It can burn brightly or be snuffed out. [He throws it away]