I didn't write this, but I wish that I had

Clemens: You want answers?

Congressman: I think I'm entitled to them.

Clemens: You want answers?

Congressman: I want the truth!

Clemens: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has
baseballs. And those balls have to be hit by men with bats. Who's
gonna do it? You? You,Congressman? I have a greater responsibility
than you can possibly fathom. You weep for steroids and you curse
HGH. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I
know: that HGH, while illegal, probably sells tickets. And my
existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sells
tickets...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you
don't talk about at parties, you want me on that mound. You need me
on that mound. We use words like fastball, slider, splitfinger...we
use these words as the backbone to a life spent playing a sport. You
use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination
to explain myself to a man who rises and falls asleep to the
Sportscenter clips I provide,! then questions the manner in which I
provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way.
Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and dig in. Either way, I
don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

Congressman: Did you order the HGH?

Clemens: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.

Congressman: Did you order the HGH?

Clemens: You're goddamn right I did!!