Harvey: My boy thinks I'm losing my mind. He thinks I have dementia. But I'm as fit as a goddamn fiddle. He wants to put me in a nursing home. He calls it an assisted living center. But we both know that's just puttin' lipstick on a pig.
Harvey: I've traveled the world... I've contributed to the community, I've known true love. I've done it all except for one thing. I don't know how it feels to kill someone. That's an itch I never got around to scratching.