Advise and Consent Page #4

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- He's the president of the Senate, Celestine. | - But you said he's the vice president.

It's confusing. We'd call him Lord | High Chamberlain or something sensible.

It's very sensible. His job, | as vice president of the country...

is to preside over the Senate, | which makes him its president.

- Then he's also a senator. | - No.

He presides over the Senate, | but he's not a senator. He can't even vote.

He can vote in case of a tie.

The Senate will come to order.

The chaplain will now offer prayer.

Our Father, in these days | of stress and strain...

when men are called upon | to bear great burdens...

give this Senate the strength | and charity...

to ascertain of each who would serve | his nation his true nature and purpose...

lest through inadvertence | and oversight...

there slip into seats of power, | those who would misguide...

and mislead this great people.

Even the parson is getting into | the Leffingwell act.

Your blessings, O Lord, | and help them to serve in your ways.

Amen.

Mr. President.

Recognize the senior senator | from Michigan.

I ask unanimous consent that the journal | of yesterday's proceedings be approved.

Without objection? So ordered.

Mr. Rresident, I suggest | the absence of a quorum.

Absence of a quorum suggested.

- Clerk will call the roll. | - Mr. Abbott...

Finish your story. Bob's got the Linotype. | Somebody's bound to pop on Leffingwell.

Call to the post early, huh?

Better wake up, Senator McCafferty.

- Senator, quorum call. | - Opposed, sir. Diametrically opposed.

No, no, senator. It's a quorum call.

Mr. Ardell.

- Mr. Ashley. | - Here.

- Take over for a few minutes? | - Oh, sure.

Mr. Bellingham?

- Mr. Bender of California? | - Present.

- Bob? Where's Seab? | - Oh, he'll make an entrance pretty soon.

- Can I help with Leffingwell? | - Can't think of a thing. We'll just mark time.

I'll gladly talk to anybody you want me to.

- Excuse me. | - Tom August came from the White House.

- In the cloak room. | - Sit in for me.

- What's going on, Stan? | - Oh, hi, Harley. Looks like a bumpy day.

I was asking Bob if I could do | anything to help.

Filling up, huh?

Funny how they can always | smell gunpowder.

Yeah.

Did I tell you I murdered my wife last night, | buried her under a kumquat bush?

Oh, well... Easy come, easy go.

What? What did you say?

I said I might as well get up there | and let the tourists rubberneck at me.

- I'm sorry, Harley. | - All right. Forget it. Forget it.

- Excuse me. | - Sure.

- Hello, Bob. | - Morning, Tom.

The president wants a closed hearing.

That's impossible.

Cooley would find a way to open it up | if he had to use a can opener.

That's what I told him.

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