~ Mr. President.
~ President Tricky.
~You know I’m dead, right?
~I’m not one for details.
~It was details that did me in.
~ You’re trying to replace me.
~ What?
~ 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.
~ What?
~ 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 think you’re going to stay out of prison?
~ I got SCOTUS in my ass pocket.
~ That’s starting to look a little doubtful.
~ I stacked the court.
~Donnie – tell them that in Alabama.
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