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"You Can't handle the truth!" - An old time classic "A few good men" parody during the Singtel SGD 388 million payout saga.
Tom Cruise: "Did you approve the $388 million payout to Singtel?"
Jack Nicholson: "You want answers?"
Tom Cruise: "I think I'm entitled."
Jack Nicholson: "You want answers?!"
Tom Cruise: "I want the truth!"
Jack Nicholson: "You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a country
whose wealth is created by GLCs, and those GLCs have to be protected by
Civil Servants. Who else is gonna do it? You? Opposition MPs? Non-scholars
from the private sector? Foreign Talent?
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for
the $388 million, and you curse the Civil Service. You have that luxury.
You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that the $388 million
payout, while tragic, probably saved Singtel. And my existence, while
grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves GLCs, and saves Singapore.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't want to talk
about at parties, you want me in The Treasury. You need me in The Treasury!
We use words like "PS21", "economic competitiveness", "service excellence".
We use these words as the backbone of a life spent organizing review
committees. you use them as a punchline!
I have neither the time, not the inclination to explain myself to a man who
rises and sleeps under the blanket of the bureaucracy 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 an
application form and join the Civil Service. Either way, I don't give a
damn what you think you're entitled to!"
Tom Cruise: "Did you approve the $388 million payout?"
Jack Nicholson: "You're damn right I did!"
Original:
Col. Nathan R. Jessep from 'A Few Good Men'
Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be
guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant
Weinberg?
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for
Santiago and curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury
of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably
saved lives and that 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 wall, you need me on that wall. We
use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life
trying to defend something. 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 blanket of the very freedom 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 that you pick up a weapon and stand
a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.