男1：
Your file says you've served forty years of a life sentence. You feel you've been rehabilitated?
瑞德：
rehabilitated? wow,Let's see now. You know, I don't have idea what that means.
男1：
Well, it means you're ready to rejoin society as a--
瑞德：
I know what you think it means. Me, I think it's a made-up word, a politician's word. A word so young fellas like you can wear a suit and tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
男1：
Well...are you?
瑞德：
Not a day goes by I don't feel regret, and not because I'm in here or because you think I should. I
look back on myself the way I was...stupid kid who did that terrible crime...wish I could talk sense to him. Tell him how things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, this old man is all that's left, and I have to live with that. (beat) "Rehabilitated?" That's a bullshit word, so you just go on ahead and
stamp that form there, sonny, and stop wasting my damn time. Truth is, I don't give a shit.