Martin: Might want to run you through a CT scan if you survive this, killer.
Malcolm: I'm not a --
Martin: Killer? Murderer? Psycho? I beg to differ. Look at what you did, taking out four hardened criminals in one fell swoop.
Malcolm: I didn't shoot anybody.
Martin: Oh, you didn't pull the trigger or load the guns no, no, no. You loaded their minds. With fear. And anger, each one to the exact right amount. Oh, my boy, it was a work of genius. All this talk of friends is really beside the point. You don't need friends. You're just like your old man.