 The thief or servant were all you wanted, or beggar beside the road, begging for favors. Not earning them, but whimpering for them with your dirty hands. That's all I've become to you. A pair of dirty hands. Well, have them then! Have them both! Have them where they belong! Get out. Get out! I will, out of this house, out of this cursed country. Someplace I'll never see you or hear your voice or remember your face. I'll get out, all right. I'll get out now.