Andy: What do you care?.

             Red: What if it was a toothbrush? I wouldn't ask questions. I'd just quote a price. But then, a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn't it?.

             Andy: Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about six or seven inches long. Looks like a miniature pick-axe.

             Red: Pick-axe?.

             Andy: For rocks.

             Red: Rocks. (Andy flips him a sample rock) Quartz?.

             Andy: (squatting down and inspecting the ground) Quartz. Here's some mica, shale, limestone. .

             Red: So?.

             Andy: So I'm a rock-hound. At least I was, in my old life. I'd like to be again, on a limited basis.

             Red: Or maybe you'd like to sink your toy into somebody's skull.

             Andy: No, sir. I have no enemies here.

             Red: No? Wait a while. Word gets around. The Sisters have taken quite a likin' to you, especially Bogs. (Bogs watches Andy from afar).

             Andy: I don't suppose it would help any if I explained to them I'm not homosexual.

             Red: Neither are they. You have to be human first. They don't qualify. Bull queers take by force. That's all they want or understand. If I were you, I'd grow eyes in the back of my head.

             Andy: Thanks for the advice.

             Red: That's free. You understand my concern.

             Andy: Well, if there's any trouble, I won't use the rock-hammer. OK?.

             Red: Then I guess you wanna escape. Tunnel under the wall, maybe? (Andy laughs) Did I miss something here? What's funny?.

             Andy: You'll understand when you see the rock-hammer. .

             They decide on a price of $10 (which includes Red's normal mark-up percentage of twenty percent) for the "specialty item," and Andy assures Red that if he is caught with it during a surprise inspection, he won't mention his procurer's name. Red explains the rules of his business ("You mention my name, we'll never do business again, not for shoelaces or a stick of gum") and the origin of his nickname: "Maybe it's because I'm Irish." As Andy strolls away, Red remarks on his carefree, shielded attitude: .

             I could see why some of the boys took him for snobby. He had a quiet way about him, a walk and a talk that just wasn't normal around here.