Red: Dammit, can't see sh*t in here, all you can do is smell it.
Andy: I think it's this way.
Red: There's only one godd*mn way TO go.
Andy: 300 more yards, and we should be right under the wardens office.
Red: I'll take it. Even he can't smell this bad.
Heywood: (stares through floor grate) What the f*ck are y'all doin' down in there?
Red: Jesus Heywood! Would you shut the hell up!?
Heywood: I found some of those rocks you were lookin' for. Look here.
Red: Heywood no, what the hell are you...
(Heywood shoves the rocks through the grate. They splash down into the sewage, spraying Red with lukewarm dookie. It's up his nose and in his mouth. He spits and wipes his face, but the poop on his hands just makes it all worse)
(A hiss is heard. Heywood stares down the dark tunnel in front of him)
Heywood: ...fat@$$?