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what's going on here?

This is it.

The whole f***ing plan, Jack,

everything, was to get to this point.

We have one shot at this,

and it's gone!

And you're gonna mope around like some

"Frank Malloy,

that's what I'm hearing. "

- What would you like me to do?

- I'd like you to give a sh*t.

I'd like you to call Shelly Runyon back

and get this f***ing thing fixed!

- Why not?

- You've already gone over it. It's done, ancient history.

I don't feel reconciled

about it yet.

- I'll think about it.

- No, I think it's fine.

Okay, I'm not convinced.

Thanks.

You sure you want to have alcohol on your

breath the first time you meet the president?

- No, you're right.

- No offense. Just wondering.

I'm married

to the vice president, huh?

Whoa, whoa. I haven't been confirmed

yet. I haven't even been asked yet.

You know what we gotta do pronto?

We gotta start working Runyon.

- Runyon's gonna be a problem.

- Why is Runyon gonna be a problem?

- 'Cause he's head of Judiciary.

- But the Senate takes care...

Everything but the vice president.

Twenty-fifth amendment doesn't specify...

who runs the show

on that confirmation.

Rumor has it that the House

has advise and consent on this one.

- Runyon lobbied just hard enough to get his committee the gig.

- Yeah, I think he did.

I know his number-two guy, Ted Baker. We

went to college together. I'll phone him.

- I'll start pummeling him.

- No, no, no. Don't say anything to him yet.

- Why?

- Let's get it on our own merit for now.

You know what?

I'm not gonna argue with you.

Not only are you right, but you're about

to meet the president, and you look great.

- Doesn't she look great?

- Yeah, she looks great.

What do you think, Stevenson?

I'd go for the number six,

slightly right of center, sir.

That's what I was thinking.

That's what I was thinking.

How's your average?

- One forty-five last time out, sir.

- That's not bad.

No!

That's what I get

for my leftist tendencies.

- Senator Hanson and her husband are here.

- Bring 'em in.

Yes, sir.

- I'm gonna need some time with the senator.

- Yes, sir.

- Senator!

- Mr. President.

- You remember my husband.

- Will Hanson. The McMahon campaign.

We tried to steal your husband away.

He runs a hell of a campaign.

You gave me nightmare visions

of having to return to my law practice.

- Hi. Jackson Evans.

- Lewis Hollis.

- What was the first name?

- Hollis.

- No, Lewis is my first name.

- Lewis. Welcome, Lewis.

So, have you guys

been down here before?

- No.

- Johnson, he, uh...

built it in '65.

Right now some terrorist camp in Libya

is being spared a bombing raid...

because I'm obsessed

with beating my 150 average.

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