Just in case you have not had enough of the all important Congressional inquiries into illegal substance abuse
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I think I'm entitled to them.
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I want the truth!
Clemens: You can't handle the truth! Mister, we live in a world that has baseballs. And those balls have to be hit by men with bats. Who's gunna throw 'em? You?!! You, Congressman??!! I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for steroids and you curse HGH. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that HGH, while illegal, probably sells tickets. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sells tickets...You don't want the truth! Because deep down inside, in conversations you have while in the back room with the boys at parties, you want me on that mound. You need me on that mound. We use words like fastball, slider, split-finger...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent playing a sport. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and falls asleep to the Sportscenter clips I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide them! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and dig in. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?
Clemens: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?!
Clemens: I DID THE JOB YOU SENT ME TO DO!!!
Congressman: Did you use STEROIDS!!!
Clemens: YOUR GOD-DAMNED RIGHT I DID!!
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I think I'm entitled to them.
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I want the truth!
Clemens: You can't handle the truth! Mister, we live in a world that has baseballs. And those balls have to be hit by men with bats. Who's gunna throw 'em? You?!! You, Congressman??!! I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for steroids and you curse HGH. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that HGH, while illegal, probably sells tickets. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sells tickets...You don't want the truth! Because deep down inside, in conversations you have while in the back room with the boys at parties, you want me on that mound. You need me on that mound. We use words like fastball, slider, split-finger...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent playing a sport. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and falls asleep to the Sportscenter clips I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide them! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and dig in. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?
Clemens: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?!
Clemens: I DID THE JOB YOU SENT ME TO DO!!!
Congressman: Did you use STEROIDS!!!
Clemens: YOUR GOD-DAMNED RIGHT I DID!!
