Red： Rehabilitated? Now let me see. You know, I don＇t have any idea what that means.
Parole official： Well, it means that you＇re ready to rejoin society.
Red： I know what you think it means, sonny. To me it＇s just a made up word； a politician＇s word. So young fellas like yourself can wear a suit, and tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
Parole official： Well, are you?
Red： There＇s not a day goes by I don＇t feel regret. Not because I＇m in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then then, a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can＇t. That kid＇s long gone and this old man is all that＇s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It＇s just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don＇t give a shit.