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JP: Did they say why, Risk, why they want to terminate my login?
Dave: I was sent on a classified mission, sir.
JP: It's no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?
Dave: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.
JP: Are my methods unsound?
Dave: I don't see any method at all, sir.
JP: I expected someone like you. What did you expect? Are you an assassin?
Dave: I'm an insurance agent.
JP: You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.
Dave: I'm an insurance agent.I can sell you a great annuity my friend.
JP: I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be like, Dave, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Dave, you will do this for me.
JP: Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?
Dave: [Dave dictates to tape] They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write 'fuck' on their airplanes because it is obscene.