~ What’s your poison, Donald?
~ The USA is poison – believe me.
~ Not to worry. I’m lancing that for you.
~ You use a sword and you stab in the back.
~ Sword of Justice.
~ And you like to twist it.
~ Look at the Statue of Justice.
~ Isn’t she blindfolded?
~ Yeh – so keep your hands to yourself.
~ A man gets certain thoughts, sometimes.
~ A man keeps them as thoughts, Donald.
~ We gotta put our hands somewhere.
~ Try your pockets.
~ Oh – that shit’s for other people. I get what I want.
~ Not this time.
~ You don’t think I’ll be the 45th president?
~ That slot is reserved for a woman.
~ Hillary cleaned your clock, Donald.
~ You think so?
~ Wiped the numbers right off your face.
~ When this is over, do you think you could hook us up?
~ With Hillary?
~ Yes.
~ You’ll have to ask Bill.
~ Oh, he won’t mind.
DE
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