“Jean Louise, will you please listen to me?” “God damn you, what?” “I just want to ask you one thing, one thing – what the hell do you expect me to do? Tell me, what the hell do you expect me to do?” “Do? I expect you to keep your gold-plated ass out of citizens’ councils! I don’t give a damn if Atticus is sitting across from you, if the King of England’s on your right and the Lord Jehovah’s on your left – I expect you to be a man, that’s all!” She.”
