FOR THIS KID? YOU BET I'D LIKE TO PULL THE SWITCH!
Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch.
You want to see this boy die because you personally want it- not because of the facts.
"NO. 3: You come in here with your heart bleeding all over the floor about slum kids and injustice and you make up these wild stories, and you've got some softhearted old ladies listening to you. Well, I'm not. I'm getting real sick of it. (To all) What's the matter with you people? This kid is guilty! He's got to burn! We're letting him slip through our fingers here.NO. 8: (calmly) Our fingers. Are you his executioner?NO. 3: (raging) I'm one of 'em."
LET ME GO!! I'LL KILL HIM. I'LL KILL HIM!!
You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you?
[NO. 4 sits silently. NO. 3 looks at him, and then he strides over to NO. 8]"NO. 8: (calmly) Our fingers. Are you his executioner?NO. 3: (raging) I'm one of 'em.NO. 8: Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch. NO. 3: (shouting) For this kid? You bet I'd like to pull the switch!NO. 8: I'm sorry for you."
"NO. 8: (strong). You want to see this boy die because you personally want it—not because of the facts.NO. 3: (shouting). Shut up!"
"[He lunges at NO. 8, but is caught by two of the jurors and held. He struggles as NO. 8 watches calmly.] NO. 3: (screaming). Let me go. I'll kill him. I’ll kill him!""NO. 8: (softly). You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you?"