That poor girl put her trust in the hands of two men who took her life, she's in a coma, her life is gone. She has no family, she has no home, she's tied to a machine, she has no friends. And the people who should care for her -- her doctors, and you, and me -- have been bought off to look the other way. We have been paid to look the other way. I came in here to take your money. I brought snapshots to show you. So I could get your money. I can't take it. If I take it...if I take that money I'm lost. I'm just going to be a rich ambulance chaser. I can't do it. I can't take it.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
What's in the styrofoam cup?
That poor girl put her trust in the hands of two men who took her life, she's in a coma, her life is gone. She has no family, she has no home, she's tied to a machine, she has no friends. And the people who should care for her -- her doctors, and you, and me -- have been bought off to look the other way. We have been paid to look the other way. I came in here to take your money. I brought snapshots to show you. So I could get your money. I can't take it. If I take it...if I take that money I'm lost. I'm just going to be a rich ambulance chaser. I can't do it. I can't take it.
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