He was screaming at me at the time. He was calling me all manner of things and the all the other cast — or the three principal guys that I worked with, or that I shared a dressing with, were holding my arms. So that's all I had left to hit him with. And he fucking deserved it.

I knew I hurt him, because when I threw my first elbow... he said 'UGGH!'

I have to let him know that he's potentially destroying his movie, that he could be making a terrible, terrible error. I needed to let him know that I didn't know or think that I was capable of doing this.

I called him because it made me so damned angry to think of that bastard sentencing a citizen for four months of hard labor for a minor traffic offense and screwing up my brother's campaign and making our country look ridiculous before the world.

We didn’t get along, but he convinced me we did. He made me think that I had a fear of intimacy, when in reality I just hated his goddamn guts.

I just asked him who had called him and he got mad. I would forgive until I could not forgive him

Because he KNEW he was doing wrong. He felt the PAIN of his actions' — 'But he did not amen them,' shows the Sky.
'The rest are worth as much as their pack animals,' I show, 'but worst is the one who knows better and does NOTHING.

He threatened me grievously, and reviled me.

It was too much for him, and I couldn’t stand the guy, so I fired him like a ‘dog’

He did hate doing it. It was alien to his nature. He reluctantly let himself be drawn into this thing, thinking what he would have done would have been a very passionate politicised scream of emotion, and what he was being pushed into was this box he didn't feel at all comfortable in.

I called the boss a ‘fucker’ one day – not to his face, but it got back to him – so that was the end.

I'm sorry," he said. "I know it sucks."
"You didn't create it, you just pointed it out. If I thought shooting the messenger would fix it, you'd already be bleeding out.

Still, he deserved to die. He called me an asshole.

He realized what a fool he had been. There could be no tolerating of evil. One stamped it out or the evil grew worse.