Clyde: I don't know what you've been told, Mr. Deveraux, but I never harmed a single hair on your daughter's pretty little head.
Jack: I should have known you wouldn't be man enough to admit what you did.
Clyde: You know, I do believe it's in my best interest not to say another word until I have an attorney present.
Jack: It's fine. It's fine by me because I have something to say myself. What you did was unspeakably evil. Abigail was a mother to two beautiful children. She was a wife. She was a daughter. You stole it all away. It will haunt me and the rest of my family for the rest of my life and I want you to be haunted too. Whenever you close your eyes, I want you to see her. I want you to see what you did. And I hope it kills you slowly and painfully. And in your last moments when you are dying, you won't begin to understand a fraction of the pain that you caused us. Not a fraction.