I am what my egotism made me. Your egotism also made you dare to conceive me, here at this very desk, out of your brain, in the puffs of your cheap cigarettes. The taps on your typewriter were my first heart beats. Your birth pains were my own cries of life.
Grant
You certainly gave me a lot of trouble.
Tom
But you never suffered in having me as I did last night when I went with you to The Sand Bar and saw what you’d done to Tom Robinson!
Grant
(More and more amused at what seems to be the childish petulance of an admittedly great man)
You must have had quite a shock.
Tom