Episode Nine: "Whiplash Girlchild in the Dark"
RHODA: What about David S. Addington? Does he get sad?
MARY: Republicans call him "Cheney's hit man."
RHODA: Oh, please, Mary. "Hit man"? Is this my government we're talking about -- or a Mario Puzo novel?
MARY: In high school, Addington wore black socks with shorts. He's "the most powerful man you've never heard of."
RHODA: Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart!
MARY: They opened the back door this morning and I brushed against the patio chairs. It's August and the leaves are falling. Their bones make me quiver.
RHODA: I hear Addington carries a copy of the Constitution in his back pocket, in case he's camping and runs out of tinder.
MARY: "Taste the whip, in love not given lightly," Rumsfeld says, beating a falsely imprisoned Baghdad cab driver with a fan belt. "Taste the whip, now bleed for me!"
RHODA: The Washington Post just fell asleep on the backpack in your closet, Mary.
MARY: Republicans call him "Cheney's hit man."
RHODA: Oh, please, Mary. "Hit man"? Is this my government we're talking about -- or a Mario Puzo novel?
MARY: In high school, Addington wore black socks with shorts. He's "the most powerful man you've never heard of."
RHODA: Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart!
MARY: They opened the back door this morning and I brushed against the patio chairs. It's August and the leaves are falling. Their bones make me quiver.
RHODA: I hear Addington carries a copy of the Constitution in his back pocket, in case he's camping and runs out of tinder.
MARY: "Taste the whip, in love not given lightly," Rumsfeld says, beating a falsely imprisoned Baghdad cab driver with a fan belt. "Taste the whip, now bleed for me!"
RHODA: The Washington Post just fell asleep on the backpack in your closet, Mary.
2 Comments:
I taste that whip I taste that whip I taste that whip.... Catnipper
Bleed for me.
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