The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo2011

Bjurman:
So how's Mr. Palmgren doing? I heard he had a stroke of some kind. It's terrible. Now what exactly do you do at this security company?

Lisbeth Salander:
Make coffee. Sort mail.

Bjurman:
But not full-time? Not even part-time consistently. They somehow got along without coffee or mail in July and August? [looks through paperwork] How much do you make there?

Lisbeth Salander:
Enough.

Bjurman:
How much is your rent?

Lisbeth Salander:
I pay my rent.

Bjurman:
And when was the last time you were late?

Lisbeth Salander:
Never.

Bjurman:
You think that thing through your eyebrow makes you attractive? Here's the problem. There is a discrepancy between the obligation of Mr. Palmgren's guardianship and the management of your finances.

Lisbeth Salander:
There's no discrepancies. It was clear I could manage my own finances.

Bjurman:
That is not clear to me.

Lisbeth Salander:
I'm not a child!

Bjurman:
No you are not. But you were. And between then and now you were committed to the locked ward of St. Stefan's where you continued to display violent aggression. And you failed to adapt to four foster homes, arrested twice for intoxication, twice for narcotics, again for assault, smashing a bottle into a man's face. And it's not even that long ago. You may have conned Mr. Palmgren into thinking that you have changed, but when I'm looking at this, not to mention the way you're looking at me now, I don't think you have. So the good old Mr. Palmgren days are over.