Oh, you mean New York, Pennsylvania, Vermont, Canada… those people?
Blame Canada! Blame Canada! For all that hockey hullabaloo, and that bitch Anne Murray too!
Think of your children pledging allegiance to the maple leaf. Mayonnaise on everything. Winter 11 months of the year. Anne Murray - all day, every day.
Could be worse. Could be raining.
There’s another old saying, Senator: Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.
You’ll take the blame. Cutter and Ritter will take some too, but it won’t amount to much. They’ll get a slap on the wrist and $20,000 an hour on the lecture circuit. The rest, you’ll dump on Greer. Yes, you’ll take him down with you. You’ll destroy his reputation. But it won’t go any further than that. It’s the ol’ Potomac two-step, Jack.
I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leadin’ but two things right now - Jack and shit. And Jack left town.
This town ain’t big enough for the both of us and I’m going to give you 24 hours to get out.
I’m leaving you, Jerry. I’m leaving you - and I’m taking the monkey with me.
The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn.
It’s a mad house! A MAD HOUSE!!
Insane asylums are filled with people who think they’re Jesus or Satan. Very few have delusions of being a guy down the block who works for an insurance company.
When someone asks if you’re a god you say YES!
I’m a lawyer from Denver, Colorado!
I am a god. I’m not *the *god, I don’t think.
Tell Leo he’s not God on the throne, he’s just a cheap political boss with more hair tonic than brains.
There’s only one God, Ma’am, and I’m pretty sure He doesn’t dress like that.
He’s wearing a German helmet. And leiderhosen!
No kidding!
Well, no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker. I admire your honesty… hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister!