I don’t need to say I could cut your throat and toss you out and no one wold blame me but you’ve got a prayer I hope you’re thankful that, take a breath, I’m not such a bastard. Look at yourself. You’re just a frightened kid who does something stupid in a panic. I feel the power at my fingertips. You could go either way. It’s up to you.
20 December 1982, San Diego