After a family tragedy, a racist prison guard reexamines his attitudes while falling in love with the African American wife of the last prisoner he executed.

Sonny Grotowski: You hate me. You hate me, don't you? Answer me! You hate me don't you!
Hank Grotowski: Yes, I hate you. Always have.
Sonny Grotowski: Well I've always loved you.
Lawrence Musgrove: I've always believed that a portrait captures a person far better than a photograph. It truly takes a human being to really see a human being.
Leticia Musgrove: Make me feel good.
Buck Grotowski: You ain't no man till you split dark oak.
Ms. Guillermo: You must love him very much.
Hank Grotowski: No, I don't. But he's my father. So, there it is.
Lawrence Musgrove: I'm a bad man.
Tyrell Musgrove: Who says?
Lawrence Musgrove: I do.
Hank Grotowski: I wanna take care of you.
Leticia Musgrove: Good. Cuz' I need to be taken care of.
Hank Grotowski: I went by our station on the way home... I like that sign. I think we're gonna be alright.
[last lines]
Hank Grotowski: I think we're gonna be alright.
Hank Grotowski: What's that? Some kinda... some kinda annual... school annual or something?"
Buck Grotowski: Damn porch monkeys! Your mother, she hated them niggers too.
Warden Velesco: Lawrence Musgrove, do you have anything you'd like to say?
Lawrence Musgrove: [after a pause he shakes his head] Push da button.
Hank Grotowski: [to Sonny about Lawrence Musgrove] You fucked him up! You fucked up that man's last walk!
Buck Grotowski: Who are you?
Leticia Musgrove: Um...
Buck Grotowski: You just walked in my house.
Leticia Musgrove: My bad. I thought...
Buck Grotowski: Hank? You lookin' for Hank?
Leticia Musgrove: Yes. Is he here?
Buck Grotowski: Who are you?
Leticia Musgrove: My name is Leticia Musgrove... and, uh... me and Hank is, uh... friends.
Buck Grotowski: Musgrove? Please, little darlin', have you got a cigarette?
Leticia Musgrove: Yeah, but it looks to me like you really don't need to be smoking.
Hank Grotowski: Let's get this over quick.
Minister: is there a passage you'd like me to read?
Hank Grotowski: No, all I wanna hear is dirt hit that box.
Buck Grotowski: What the hell those niggers doing out there?