What's there to listen to? You won't tell me fucking anything. If you have a goddamn problem with me, why can't you fucking tell me? Why do you have to talk about your problems about me to goddamn Arthur?
What's there to say that I don't already know? [Tightens his grip on the collar, and turns him to slam him relatively firmly against the wall]
That I can't-- [looks away, getting choked up] That I'm not some pretty goddamn blonde from a good family or, or someone you can fucking admit to loving without being killed for it. That I came from nowhere and no one and don't even know the simplest facts about myself. That I'm not-- that I can't give you a goddamn family or...