Jaschan: You want answers?

Prosecutor: I think I'm entitled to them.

Jaschan: You want answers?

Prosecutor: I want the truth!

Jaschan: You can't handle the truth! Old man, we live in a world that has firewalls. And those firewalls have to be setup by men with MCSEs. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Ballmer?

I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Windows XP and you curse Microsoft. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Windows XP has faults, while tragic, probably saved jobs. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves jobs...

You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at LAN parties, you want me on hacking that firewall. You need me finding exploits in that firewall. We use words like reboot, blue screen, exploits, Microsoft...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent hacking something. You use 'em as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very exploits I find, then questions the manner in which I exploit it!

I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a real firewall and configure it. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

Prosecutor: Did you write the Sasser worm?

Jaschan: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.

Prosecutor: Did you write the Sasser worm?

Jaschan: You're goddamn right I did!!