Deborah Smith Ford

Blair Sullivan: You're the first visitor I've had here in two years since them behavioral science boys come to see me. Wanna know about my childhood and shit. Did my folks beat me, abuse me, sex me up? I tried telling 'em there ain't no formula for people like me. What we are dealing with here is just predisposition for an appetite. Good parents, bad parents. No cause and effect. It's just appetite.

Paul Armstrong: Fuck you.

Blair Sullivan: [yelling] Let me tell you a few things, Armstrong! One, I'm filled with power! You might think I'm impotent prisoner, handcuffed and shackled, locked in a eight by seven cell each night and day, but I'm filled with strength that reaches way beyond these bars, sir! I can crush anyone I want to just as these hands dialing a telephone! There's no one beyond my reach! You hear me, no one!

Paul Armstrong: Did you kill her?

Blair Sullivan: I ain't gonna tell you if I killed that little girl or not. Even if I did, how would you know to believe me? Killing is easy for me. How hard do you think lying is?

Paul Armstrong: Go to hell!

Blair Sullivan: True. I will. No doubt about that!