~ I hope you’re going to treat me big time.
~ Now, Spicey – no hard feelings.
~ I serve at the pleasure of the President.
~ I asked you to stay on.
~ You knew I wouldn’t.
~ Yeh – but it’s more important how it looks than how it is. Believe me.
~ How it looks is that you don’t trust me.
~ Well, you turned into kind of a Bozo.
~ Doing what you wanted.
~ Spicey, you should have done better.
~ No one could have hit your curve balls.
~ You did something for me, though.
~ What?
~ Got people to stop taking about that Baldwin bastard and froth over that McCarty bitch.
~ That wasn’t something I organised.
~ Tell you what, though.
~ What?
~ She was kinda funny.
~ And Baldwin wasn’t?
~ Couldn’t see it myself. I don’t have jowls like that.
~ Well …
~ Anyway, I have a great new posting for you.
~ What?
~ Ambassador to the Vatican.
~ You’re shitting me.
~ Yeh. But it was worth the look on your face.
DE
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