The Shawshank Redemption
written by Frank Darabont, from novella by Stephen King
Red: I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't wanna know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man at Shawshank felt free.
Kudos and immense thanks to Kelley for this monologue, much appreciated. Immense gratitude goes to Drew as well who sent the 100%-correct version of the monologue to me (there were a few things missing).