Secret Honor Page #3

But I - See...

this is not like 1952...

when I could go to the public

with my side of the story.

Oh, yes!

[Chuckles]

You see, the whole country

was waiting.

Ike had just dropped me like a, uh -

That bastard son of a -

Well, when the cameras came on,

I was going to drop out of the race.

As a matter of fact,

I had promised, uh, uh, uh, Pat...

that I was going to, uh -

Pat, of course, is my, uh -

[Stammers] Out of the race -Wife.

Well, you know, it's true.

She did still believe in me in 1952.

When someone believes in you,

someone to whom you've made a promise to -

I couldn't! I -

Well, then when I lost

in California in '62...

I really was going to

drop out of the race.

As a matter of fact, I wrote it -

Well, I wrote it down.

And I, uh, I carried it around

in my, uh, uh, uh, uh -

The, uh, uh -The promise...

to, uh, uh, uh-to Pat.

"I promise not to run for public -"

Uh, uh - In my, uh, wallet -

[Stammers]

I couldn't! I -

Well, even then, of course, you know,

she-she did believe in me.

And they spit on her

down in South America.

My God, I'm so sorry for that.

But I couldn't -

I couldn't quit...

with my tail between my,

you know, legs like that!

My wife does not

wear a mink coat!

My wife wears

a good Republican cloth coat.

And my little dog, Checkers, he -

[Blows Raspberry, Laughing]

And I cried.

And the public cried with me.

And Ike -The old man

couldn't get rid of me! Yes!

I could always cry in public.

Dr. Birdsell,

my dramatic coach in school...

always said that I...

was the most melancholy Dane

that he had ever directed.

To be...

or not -

Yes.

That is the question, all right.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind...

to suffer the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune...

or to take arms against-

Look, I am not

your stinking caddy anymore.

Everyone used to say

that Adlai Stevenson was Hamlet.

No, no, that is not true. It was me

who was really Hamlet, and Ike was the king!

I never even got to see all the rooms

in the White House...

untilJohnson became president.

Sh*t! Ike - Ike introduced me

to a crowd one time...

as Nick Dixon, for Christ's sake!

See, what he would do - He would drag

his coattails, then he would pull them away...

and he would leave me standing there

high and dry.

I was running.

L-I was always running.

I was trying so hard to make the team

that I was always offsides. Well -

Just like my old man.

He sold the lemon grove.

Then they discovered oil on it.

Well, sh*t!

Not me.

Not to the manor born.

You see, I had to pretend not to see

all the snubs and the sniggers...

and the sneers.

I had to put up a front.

Welcome to Denmark!

[Chuckling]

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