The Green Mile1999

Hal Moores:
[storming into the room after Delacroix's botched execution] What in the blue f*** was that?!? Jesus Christ, there's puke all over the floor up there! And the smell - I got Van Hay to open both doors, but that smell won't go out for five damn years, that's what I'm bettin'! And that a**hole Wharton is singing about it! You can hear him up there!

Paul:
[calmly] Can he carry a tune, Hal? [Moores takes the hint and laughs grimly, regaining his composure]

Hal:
Okay, boys, okay. Now, what in the hell happened?

Paul:
An execution. A successful one.

Hal:
How in the name of Christ can you call that a success?

Paul:
Eduard Delacroix is dead. [looks at Percy] Isn't he?

Hal:
Percy? Something to say?

Percy:
[meekly] I didn't know the sponge was supposed to be wet.

Hal:
[angrily disgusted] How many years you spend pissing on a toilet seat before someone told you to put it up?

Paul:
[calmly] Percy f***ed up, Hal. Pure and simple.

Hal:
That your official position?

Paul:
Don't you think it should be? He's puttin' in a transfer request to Briar Ridge tomorrow, movin' on to bigger and better things. Isn't that right, Percy?

Percy:
Yeah. Yeah.

Wild Bill:
[singing off-camera upstairs] Bar-be-QUE!