(..) -Sorry? -Put your hand down. Holster the bloody weapon, Carter. I need him alive. Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct... ...my dear general. Nothing sinister. All in. I have two pair, and you have a . percent chance... (..)

(..) Don't you hate the sight of me? What will you plead? Why do you ask that? The first hearing is next week. Temporary derangement. It's your best chance. Even so, it won't be much use. They won't believe me. Even I don't believe it. What do you believe? (..)

(..) ...or a hospital,... ...or a prison. Dreams are like that. And at times the mind behaves as if it were in a dream. - You know what derangement is? - For fuck's sake! Say I'm stupid if you want, but this isn't derangement! Then what is it? You tell me, (..)