Yeah, you heard of Ethel Rosenberg. Maybe even read about her in the history books. Well, if it wasn't for me, Joe, Ethel Rosenberg would be alive today, writing some personal-advice column for Ms. Magazine. She isn't. Because, during the trial, Joe, I was on the phone every day talking with the judge. Every day, doing what I do best — talking on the telephone. Making sure that that timid Yid nebbish on the bench did his duty to America, to history. That sweet, unprepossessing woman, two kids, boo-hoo-hoo, reminded us all of our little Jewish mamas. She came this close to getting life. I pleaded till I wept to put her in the chair. Me, I did that. I'd have **** pulled the switch if they let me. Why? Because I **** hate traitors. Because I **** hate communists. Was it legal? **** legal! Am I a nice man? **** nice! They say terrible things about me in The Nation? **** The Nation! You want to be nice or you want to be effective?! You want to make the law, or be subject to it? Choose!