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Mel: Hallucination Generation:, did you attempt to sell potentially fake movie posters?*
Judge Randolph: You *don't* have to answer that question!
Hallucination Generation: I'll answer the question!
[to Mel]Hallucination Generation: You want answers?
Mel: I think I'm entitled to.
Hallucination Generation: *You want answers?*
Mel:*I want the truth!*
Hallucination Generation: *You can't handle the truth!*
[pauses]
Hallucination Generation: Son, we live in a world that has suckers, and those noobs have to be taken for all of their money. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for over TDK fakes being sold, and you curse the printers that make them. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That these fakes, while tragic, probably make those noobs very happy. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, stimulates the economy. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me selling these posters, you need me selling these posters. You use words like original, theatrical, authentic. You use these words as the backbone of a life spent collecting something. I use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who has such a moral code. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a copy of photo shop, and start printing. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Mel: Did you attempt to sell potentially fake movie posters?
Hallucination Generation: I did the job I...
Mel: *Did you attempt to sell potentially fake movie posters?*
Hallucination Generation: *You're Goddamn right I did!*