 I'm thinking you're worse, surely. You mutt, you. I've stood enough from you. Don't you dare. Love him. Oh, my God. Love him, you damn thickhead. I hated him, I tell you. Hated him, hated him, hated him. And may God strike me dead this minute and my mother too if she was alive if I ain't telling you the honest truth. If I could only be believing you now.