Maybe I want to see you suffer
Claudia’s voice: No, daddy, no! Stop, get away from me, daddy! Get away from me!
Claudia: Couldn’t do what? Take advantage of you while you’re helpless? Press down and squeeze the last pathetic, disgusting breaths out of you? Yeah, I could.
Anthony: So why didn’t you?
Claudia: I don’t know. Maybe I want to see you suffer. Maybe there are ways to get rid of you that won’t make my life more of a living hell than you’ve already made it.
Anthony: Huh — what ways?
Claudia: I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go talk to your doctor and find out.
Claudia: I’m back.
Anthony: Who the hell are you?
Claudia: Don’t play games with me, old man.
Anthony: Don’t you come in here and get smart with me. Maria? Maria, who let this whore in my room?
Claudia: Maria is dead, dad!
Anthony: She’s not dead, you bitch! Somebody, get in here and get this whore out of my room! Somebody get my wife! Orderly: Ma’am, you’ll have to leave.
Anthony: I want my wife! I want my wife! No, no, you’re not my wife! Don’t stick me with that! Don’t stick — don’t st–
