Dick Page #2
Sir, I've met yams with more going
Now, Bob.
I remember when...
...when Julie...
...and what's her name, Tricia...
...were that age.
Frankie Avalon, they didn't give a hoot.
- You're the softest dog.
- What should I do with them?
I'll take care of it.
How're you doing, young ladies?
What are your names?
I'm Betsy and this is Arlene,
Mr. President.
Call me Dick.
Hi, Dick.
How old are you?
Fifteen.
We have an urgent communiqu
What?
So cute.
Excuse me, I wasn't informed
that you are in the middle of...
What are you in the middle of?
One minute, Henry.
Young ladies...
...I've got a proposition for you.
How would you two
be interested in being...
...official White House dog walkers?
What do you think?
Really?
Jesus!
I don't know, but it doesn't
look constitutional to me.
Thank you!
- Thank you so much.
- We're gonna walk you!
- I'm so happy.
- Thank you. I'm really excited!
Sure. Very good.
Mr. President, really,
we have to make a decision...
...regarding offensive action
north of the 22nd parallel.
Bottom line, Henry...
...is we bomb them
or we don't, isn't it?
I wouldn't put it exactly in that...
I have something to say.
Go on, Arlene.
War is not healthy for children
Henry, that's the voice
of the youth of America.
Yeah, well, first of all...
...it wasn't a war
that this administration started.
Henry, Jesus, let's not start that.
Isn't there somebody
waiting out there for me?
Let's go!
Welcome on board.
Hey, good to have you.
Mr. Haldeman, it's your wife.
Have a great day. Congratulations!
I don't have time to talk to her.
- You're starting another war!
- I don't have time to talk to her.
If you have a problem with Vietnam,
talk to Johnson.
- He's dead!
- Yeah, thank God.
Do we bomb or not bomb?
Let's get this done with today.
There they are.
I'm sorry!
We're coming!
Because of your thoughtlessness...
...we have missed the field trip lunch
at McDonald's...
...which the students on
the other buses are now enjoying.
We will return to school...
...for a cold lunch...
...in the cafeteria.
But we really did meet the President.
I swear to God.
And he did ask us to be
the official White House dog walkers.
Every lie is another brick...
...in the pathway to hell.
You're so stupid.
I hate you.
Guess what happened to us today!
What's the matter?
Your brother got his letter.
I got drafted.
Now you can get my room,
like you always wanted.
Betsy, are you okay?
I'm fine.
I was wondering what we'll do with
his crappy bed, dresser and nightstand.
You think the President meant it
when he said we could walk Checkers?
You think the President meant it
when he said we could walk Checkers?
He's the President, Betsy.
We should bake him cookies.
Let's make Hello Dollies.
It's my mom's special recipe.
All's my mom says is that my dad died
in a car crash before I was born.
You've never seen
She said it upset her too much,
so she threw everything away.
No offense, but it's obvious
you're being lied to.
The whole story is way too convenient.
Is the butter melting?
Yes, but you can't have any.
They're for the President.
Don't forget the walnuts, man.
So you really think
that my father could be alive?
Alive and famous.
He was probably married...
...and your mom had to keep it
a secret to protect his reputation.
How come there's little
green leaves in the walnuts?
Larry says they're just
from the walnut tree.
Anyway...
...your dad could be watching you now,
his heart breaking...
...because he can't reach out
to the only person that matters to him:
His beautiful, darling daughter.
My life is so tragic.
Or it could be even worse.
What if you fall in love
and are about to marry...
...and you find out your
fianc's dad is your dad too...
...and that you're brother and sister!
Oh, my God!
It's called incest, Arlene...
...and it's against the law.
We're here to play with Checkers.
You're not on the appointment list.
Please step back.
to walk his dog, Checkers.
Please step back.
If you don't comply, you'll be removed.
You are a meanie!
Stupid kids.
I can't believe
I ate that whole thing.
You ate it, Ralph.
Doesn't anybody realize
that Kung Fu isn't Chinese?
He doesn't even look Chinese.
He looks like the mailman.
Why don't you go to Canada
like Mom says?
Too much information's coming in.
I have to maintain.
But the old drugs aren't working.
We need to create new drugs.
Have you guys
We gave them to Mom and Dad to taste.
They ate all of them
and started giggling and went upstairs.
I think they're having sex now.
I have an idea.
What?
Let's ask the President
to stop the war.
How will we get
into the White House?
Unless you wanna keep the war going,
so you can have Larry's room.
Larry's a freak and all...
...but I'd be sad if he, you know...
Died?
I really hope that this works.
Of course it will.
You're the smartest person I know.
But you don't know anybody.
If you flirt with him...
...then I can stand off to the side
and do my special whistle.
I like your hair.
It's really dry look.
Okay, stop that.
We have to talk to the President.
Code yellow, central corridor.
Code yellow, central corridor.
Oh, my God!
Ladies, this way.
Let's go.
Make sure photographers are
outside the restaurant...
...when I come out after lunch.
Hey, German guy!
Remember us?
We're here to walk Checkers
and talk to Dick about the war!
I know them.
Yes, that's all right.
That's okay.
I'm familiar with these young ladies.
Well, I'm not "familiar" familiar.
I know them.
We've had discussions
What, what?
Don't you give me that look.
I'll take responsibility.
I'll be the only person
who's willing...
...to take responsibility
for anything.
- I think I got bruised.
- Did somebody hurt you?
You have to remember
it took Charles de Gaulle...
...four years to extricate
himself from Algeria.
Not that I'm comparing
myself to de Gaulle.
- Wars are extremely hard to stop.
- You're right.
Rose, these young...
You're very becoming this morning.
These ladies want
to see the President.
Our President has the weight
of the free world on his shoulders...
...and he doesn't have time
to see any old person.
Hello, girls.
How are you?
Come on in.
The President will see you now.
Not you, Henry.
That's all right.
I'm late for an interview anyway...
...with the Nobel Committee.
- Right.
I'll be a monkey's uncle...
...if these aren't
the yummiest cookies I've ever had.
Thanks. It's a secret recipe.
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