mr. shelby, you know all about sammy and you decided that he was faking -
i'm not interested in the company position, mr. shelby. i want to know your honest opinion about sammy.
i'm not appealing the decision.
mr. shelby, try and understand. when i look into sammy's eyes, i don't see some vegetable, i see the same old sammy. what do you think it's like for me to suspect that he's imagining this whole * problem? that if i could just say the right thing he'd snap out of it and be back to normal? if i knew that my old sammy was truly gone, then i could say goodbye and start loving this new sammy. * as long as i have doubt, i can't say goodbye and move on.
i want you to forget the company you work for for thirty seconds, and tell me if you really think that sammy is faking his condition.
thank you.
sammy, it's time for my shot.
sammy, it's time for my shot.