[He listens silently, his face that of a statue, stuck in permanent stony displeasure. By the time she's done with her little speech, his eyes gleam with hatred that he won't bother to disguise.]

Do you think it's as easy as that? [A beat, in which she is not supposed to respond.] People like you make me sick...you think you know what's right for everyone - you think that because you were strong, everyone can be.