Hobson:
Would you remove your helmet, please?
Arthur:
Why?
Hobson:
Please.
[Arthur hands him his helmet]
Hobson:
Thank you. Now your goggles.
Arthur:
Why?
Hobson:
Please.
[Arthur hands him his goggles]
Hobson:
Thank you.
[slaps him across the face repeatedly]
Hobson:
You spoiled little bastard! You're a man who has everything, haven't you, but that's not enough. You feel unloved, Arthur, welcome to the world. Everyone is unloved. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself. And incidentally, I love you.
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