Father: I ran a clean, tight shop, with total authority. Dissidents, out. Bodily. I possess a black belt in judo, boxing, and rifle marksmanship certificates. Shake my hand and I'll break your wrist. Sneeze, and I'll crack your nose. One word, and your dental surgeon'll need two years just to reshape your smile.
Sid: Some day that boy will murder that SOB.
Douglas: As a Hemingway character once said, "Wouldn't it be nice to think so?"