You Can't Handle The Truth !!!
Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Carpetmike? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for EXCO and you curse Barry. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that EXCO's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And Barry's existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.