Jos. W. Randall:
Now, you listen to me, Hinchecliffe.It'll be for the last time. I'm through with your dirty rag, and I'm through with you! Oh, I'm not ducking any of the blame for this thing. You thought up the murder, and I committed it. But I did it for smaller profit, for wages. *You* did it for circulation.
Bernard Hinchecliffe:
You must be mad!
Jos. W. Randall:
Mad? Yes, I am. All my life I'll be mad. Because all my life I'll be seeing Nancy Voorhees daughter standing there, and asking me why I killed her mother.
Jos. W. Randall:
[glaring and pointing at Hinchecliffe's face]
And I want you, Hinchecliffe, to enjoy the picture with me. I want you to wake up in the night and see your own squashy, putrid little soul. I want you to know that every human being that works for you knows what a diseased hypocrite you are. We ALL know what you are, but we take your money and do your work because we're afraid to starve!
Jos. W. Randall:
You'll have my resignation and release of contract on your desk immediately.
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