 Who could have locked Stanton in that booth and set that fire? Who'd be in the best place to make phonograph records? Who'd have a chip on his shoulder big enough to kill people because he lost his voice? It was greater than Stanton's. It was greater than Seville's. Huh? Carlotti never would admit it, but it was my voice, mine. He listened to it for two years, just an echo. I know, I know, friend. You're pretty sorry for yourself, aren't you?