Look at me. Sweet old man, huh? Bit bumbly, fill of jail-block wisdom. Cornerstone of the...

Doc:

Look at me. Sweet old man, huh? Bit bumbly, fill of jail-block wisdom. Cornerstone of the jail, put him with the foundations, right? Right. I didn't get to be the oldest con for breaking windows. Villains spend their lives shitting themselves that other criminals are going to see to them. So they get their retaliation in first, and twice as nasty. A bloke was coming after me, so I, uh... I went around to his digs and lobbed a grenade through the window. Left o'er after the war, you know, army surplus? I didn't know, but he had his little baby, and his girl, in there with him. The house went up like a firecracker. No one came out. He'd barricaded the door with furniture in case I came around. By the time I got in, the screaming had stopped. Thirteen months old... learning to walk, apparently. Nothing I can do is ever going to make up for that, is it?