~ President Tricky.
~ You’re trying to replace me.
~ In the affections of the American people.
~ Have you been drinking?
~ Fucking A about that. You are ruining my reputation.
~ I don’t even think about your reputation – believe me.
~ But you’re pulling a Nixon.
~ Not even close, Dick. May I call you Dick?
~ Sure, Donny. Is it true you don’t drink?
~ Not a drop.
~ Jesus – you do this stuff sober?
~ I’ve got the Will of the People and the Blessing of God.
~ God doesn’t give a shit.
~ I know that. And neither do the People.
~ They’ll take you down, Donny.
~ That was a big part of your problem, Dick.
~ You cared what people thought of you.
~ They brought me down – the bastards.
~ Yeh – but you lived out your life OK.
~ Heh! I became an Elder Statesman.
~ And kept out of prison.
~ If I had sung, I would have brought down the whole corrupt Elite with me.
~ If I drank, I’d drink to that, Dick.
~ So, Donny, do you plan sticking around?
~ While I’m having fun – yeh.