“You have a family? My son's bar mitzvah is in three months. Give me that. Three months. Let his father stand with him for his coming of age. Please! He'll think I died, and never know. [Crying] At least look at me! Please! You're a monster! You're not a man! Whatever you once were, whoever you were, they trained it out of you. No feeling, no humanity—you may as well be dead.”