Cook

- What have you done?
- Don't be stupid, Cook. She told me all about you too. There was much to correct in that girl. I almost managed it. Perhaps I still can.
- You... you did something to my friend.
- This is waisting time. Would you kneel down, please?
- Mr. Foster...
- Dr. Foster, actually. Kneel down please.
- I don't think you know what I am, mate.
- I think I do. You're nothing. You don't deserve that girl, and you know... I do.
- I'm a fucking waste of space. I'm just a stupid kid. I got no sense. Criminal. I'm no fucking use, mate. I am nothing. So please... please, get into your.. you know... into your bonce that you killed my friend. And... I'm Cook. I'M COOK!!!