"Look, you can't lay all that on my shoulders. Don't you know how much this
place stinks? Don't you know what it's like to stand day after day in blood?
In the blood of children? I hate this place. And if I can't stand up to it to
your satisfaction, then... then the hell with it. How dare you! The hell with
your Iowa naivete, and the hell with your hero worship and your teddy bear,
and while you're at it, the hell with you! Why don't you grow up for crying
out loud? I'm not here for you to admire, I'm here to pull bodies out of a
sausage grinder, if possible without going crazy. Period. Quit that will ya?
Come on cut it out, you ninny!"
