I hope for your sake, you don't speak to me the way you did to him, because I won't be as forgiving as he has taught himself to be after all these years.
He's the smartest bravest man I will ever fucking know, and your disrespect will always be embedded in my mind. What makes you more than him? What ranks you higher than him?
And when you answer these questions of mine, you'd better look me in the face. Because I want to see all the different paths that you eyes will travel before the rest upon the daggers locked in mine.

judgement these days, man, is passed way too easily a wink, a nod,a notion, a stare across the room, it's all the same and for years I've lived up to this notion myself.
It's a whole different world when there's more than just the day but it's all too much for you, much too much to handle.
So, I ask you again, what makes you a better man than my hero? A man who has sacrificed his whole fucking life just to make sure I can live mine the way I want.
And I hope, for your sake that we're never in the same room alone, because these daggers will cut right through you. So, what do you think of me now?