I beg pardon of the people I have damaged.

I never had any problems finding credit. I thought their (the banks') readiness to extend me further credit was in recognition of my ability as a businessman.

I am guilty for giving my consent to certain things, for that I'm guilty.

I beg your pardon, sir?

If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.

Two damaged people, thrown together in a hostile world, doing their best. What else was there to life, in the end?