Randolph: “Mother always said you were greedy.”
Mortimer: “She meant that as a compliment.”
Randolph: We took a perfectly useless psychopath like Valentine and turned him into a successful executive; at the same time we turned an honest, hard-working man into a violently deranged would-be killer. I had won our wager, Mortimer, the moment we shook on it; it was a done deal. Or should have been.
Valentine was from a broken home, in and out of institutions; a perfect candidate for our very important scientific experiment. Winthorp was, of course, blue-blood, went to the finest schools, never had to work a day of hard labor in his life. Again, the perfect counterpoint. I had solved the age old question of Heredity vs Environment once and for all… Stockholm awaited.
I still don’t understand what happened… I really don’t. How they got to Beeks is beyond me. Now it’s all gone. Our seat on the New York Stock Exchange, the one our family has filled since its inception, our company, all our money; it should never have happened. I never would have thought they’d have had it in them. Mortimer, my chest hurts…
Mortimer: Oh, shut up, Randolph! You still owe me a dollar.