"You’re a son of a bitch, you know that? She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What? Was that supposed to be funny? ’You can’t conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,’ says Graham Greene. I don’t know whose ass he was kissing there, because I think you’re just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman, a warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours but praise his glory and praise his name?"