Poor Heywood.
- Red suggests getting Andy a gift, and his friends agree. Remembering that Andy had been planning to make his own chess set, he says, "Guy likes to play chess. Let's get him some rocks." Heywood nods agreeingly...but then the phrase sinks in and he looks puzzled, turning to Red like a lost puppy.
- While working in the field, the inmates try to find rocks for Andy's project to make chess pieces, and Heywood thinks he's found a good one until:
Floyd: Heywood, that isn't soapstone. It ain't alabaster either.
Heywood: What are you, a fuckin' geologist?
Snooze: He's right, it ain't.
Heywood: Well what the hell is it, then?
Red: A horse apple.
Heywood: ...Bullshit.
Red: No, horseshit. Petrified.
Heywood pulls the "rock" apart, revealing that's exactly what it is.
Heywood (disgusted): Oh, Jesus Chr—
The other inmates crack up.
- The prisoners are helping Andy to set up the prison library, coming across :
Andy: "Stevenson. 'Fiction' > 'Adventure'. What's next?"
Red: "I got here... Auto Repair and... Soap Carving."
Andy: "'Trade Skills and Hobbies'. Goes under 'Educational'. Stacked behind you."
Floyd: "That's 'Cristo', you dumb shit."
Red grins with laughter.
Heywood: "By Alexandre... Dumbass... Dumbass."
Red finally bursts out laughing.
Andy: "...dumbass?"
*Heywood shows the book as "proof"*
Red: "Well we ought to file that under 'Educational' too, oughtn't we?"