Son we live in a world that has board meetings, and those meetings have to be guarded by men with medallions. Whose gonna do it you? You Lieutenant Whinebag? I have a greater responsibility that you can possibly fathom. You weep for Spine and you curse the Sports Med guys. You have the luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Zimmer's death while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence while grotesque, and incomprehensible, to you, saves medallions. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that board call, you need me on that call! We use words like backorder, settlements, shareholders. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something, you use them as a punchline. I have neither the time, nor the inclination to explain myself, to a man who rises and sleeps, under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the medallion in which I own! I’d rather you just said ‘thank you’, and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a madallion, and sell some metal. Either way, I don’t give a damn, what you think you are entitled to!
What's that Ivan? You need something immediately? No Problem...oh, sorry. It's 5pm and I've clocked out. I'll have someone take a look on Monday. Family time, bro!
