William Hundert: Sir, it's my job to mold your son's character, and I think if - Senator Bell: Mold him? Jesus God in heaven, son. You're not gonna mold my boy. Your job is to teach my son. You teach him his times tables. Teach him why the world is round. Teach him who killed who and when and where. That is your job. You, sir, will not mold by son. I will mold him.

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