You want signed calendars?!
Kaffee: I want the calendars!
Jessep: You can’t handle the calendars! Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men in calendars. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for weekends and you curse Mondays. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know every month in calendars while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that calendar, you need me on that calendar. We use words like January, February and even December. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent in 365 days. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the calendar that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said, "Thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand opposed. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Kaffee: Did you order the calendar?
Jessep: (quietly) I did the job I was sent to do–
Kaffee: Did you order the calendar?!
Jessep: (shouting) You’re damn right I did and I signed it too!!!!!