What are you gonna do? Shoot me?
You broke into my house with the intent to do me bodily harm. The law says I have the right to protect myself.
What? You want me to say I'm sorry? It could have been anybody. I don't even remember what she looked like. It's nothing personal.
She was seventeen years old. She was five-foot two. She had brown eyes. Her name was Julie. She was my daughter.
She was a great fuck.