McManus: Come in Beecher, sit down. The other day, before Hill's hearing, I met Judge Grace Lima.
Beecher: Oh, really? How is the c**t?
McManus: She asked about you.
Beecher: The c**t put me in here. The c**t gave me the toughest sentence possible.
McManus: She asked me if she could come see you.
Beecher: What a c**t. You know, my trial lasted 28 days. And every single one of those days, I had to stare up at that c**t's face while she banged her c**t gavel and instructed the jury to fuck me over. I didn't have a choice. I had to see the c**t. Now, I don't have to.
McManus: Yes, you do.
Beecher: Are you gonna force me?
McManus: Because I think it'll be therapeutic. Ultimately, you'll thank me.
Beecher: You know what? You're a c**t too.