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road to statism and socialism

and the destruction of the

Constitution of the United States.

And I am, for one,

am already out

of the mainstream

of American politics.

Russell:
He sure gets

people stirred up,

even in Milwaukee.

Johnson:
When we get

to Atlantic City,

I will be

the Democratic nominee.

But how damaged will you be?

Be plenty strong enough

for Goldwater in November.

What if Bobby smells blood

and decides to run

at the last minute?

That little sh*t doesn't have

his brother's balls.

Still has his daddy's money.

You might win the nomination.

- But if the party splits...

- Oh, come on now, Dick.

All Wallace has to beat you with

is this damn civil rights bill

and I don't, for the life of me,

understand why you are

giving him this issue.

At this point, I'm more

worried about the liberals

than I am about the Dixiecrats.

We got to give them

something this time, Dick.

- You know that.

- You got to look like you're

giving them something.

All I'm saying is

don't work so hard

to get this bill

out of the House.

I do what I can.

Lady Bird:
Now, Lyndon,

you're gonna talk

poor Uncle Dick to death

and here Zephyr's made

his favorite dinner

- and it's getting cold.

- Saved by the belle.

Bird, you look

beautiful as always.

Oh, and you are

a terrible liar as always.

Politician's curse.

Russell:
So, do you like

being the First Lady?

Lady Bird:
Well, it's

been an adjustment.

- Russell:
I can imagine.

- But I am enjoying it.

"Any jackass

can kick a barn down,

but it takes a carpenter

to build one."

You remember who told me that?

Sam Rayburn?

Sam Rayburn,

Speaker of the House.

Oh, I could've

kissed his bald head.

Thank you.

God knows I've been

kissing his ass

since the day I moved

to Washington,

trying to get him

to take notice of me.

You know what Mr. Sam wanted?

- His greatest regret?

- No, sir.

A towheaded boy to take fishing.

Well, I heard that and I did

my damnedest to be that boy.

Suck-up? Yeah.

Brown-noser? Sure.

Kiss-ass? You bet.

I heard them all.

F*** you!

Everybody wants power, Walter.

Everybody.

And if they say

they don't, they're lying.

Yes, sir.

But everybody thinks

it ought to be given out,

free of charge

like Mardi Gras beads.

Especially to them

because, of course,

they're gonna do good with it.

Nothing comes free.

Nothing.

Not even good.

Especially not good.

When the carpenter

picks up his saw,

if wood could talk...

it would scream.

Humphrey:
You cannot

cut voting rights

out of the civil rights bill.

Well, you can't pass the civil

rights bill with it, not this year.

You told Dr. King you wanted this

bill passed without one word changed.

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