Joe: I'm not a killer. I didn't plan this. If I was some premeditated cold-blooded monster, I wouldn't miss anything. It wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass like this.
Beck: What did you miss?
Joe: It doesn't matter unless it does, in which case, you'll know because I'll go to prison. You might get exactly what you want. I'll go down for something, and I did it for you. And you'd love that right? I mean that's that's what you think of me.
Beck: No, that not true. You're not a monster, Joe.