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- And getting more interesting.

- Oh, hi there.

- It's a real honour.

- Well, thank you very much.

I'm not sure how long

I'll be here with you guys.

Yes, Bob's a busy man. Busy, busy, busy.

Well, the congressman is free

for a minute, and he'd love to chat.

OK. Well, thanks. I'II...

I'll be there in a little while.

Oh, Jules, you look... You...

You know what? I think I'll just get this

out of the way and... be right back.

- I'll be right back, OK? We gotta talk.

- Right.

Oh, my God.

- Julia, bring those position papers!

- I got 'em.

Pete, hold your horses.

We'll be there in two seconds.

Get some cutaways of the balloons.

So, Jules, what's the story?

Oh, damn. What are they doing here?

Bob, I'm a little busy right now.

Yes, he's a beautiful baby.

Excuse me, we need to

step over here for a moment.

You know what this state needs?

More friggin' photo opportunities.

What about this Proctor? I heard

Garvin took a half-million-dollar bribe.

That's the rumour.

If you get proof, we can win with it.

- So when's the debate?

- Not set yet. Garvin's dragging his feet.

- Why'd you move out?

- No comment.

You didn't even leave me a note.

Two years.

Two years of watching... You know,

let's not get into this right now.

- No, wait. Say it.

- Bob, face it. You don't want a fiancee.

You want a fan club.

Well! Baghdad Bob.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

You too, sir.

We're having a little get-together

at my vacation home on Thursday.

- I'm... I... You know... Uh... Sorry.

- I would love it if...

Julia!

Time for happy hour with the press.

We're not sounding too good

on the debate issue.

- Garvin's dodging us.

- Absolutely. So hit 'em hard.

- Hi, guys.

- Hi, Julia.

- On this debate front...

- Is your guy backin' off?

No. Wannamaker's position

on the debate is clear. He wants one.

- But where's Garvin?

- Look, the debate is a non-issue.

- The real story is Garvin's cowardice.

...call Lloyd Wannamaker cowardly,

Excuse me?

Sorry, I was... I wasn't talking to you.

- No, I know. You were plagiarising me.

- I didn't even hear what you said.

Come on. You're standing

right behind me!

Obviously you're more conscious of me

than I am of you.

How can I not?

You're wearing a quart of cologne.

It's... it's aftershave, and it spilled.

I wouldn't put cologne on for a balloon...

God bless you! Vote on the 8th!

- Would you leave me alone, please?

- I'm on my way to my car.

Which, by the way, has a pinging sound

in it ever since you drove it, thank you.

Hey, there's...

What's that guy's name? Beijing Bob?

That's Bob Freed.

That's "R Freed"?

Wait a minute.

Nah. You and Mr Flak Jacket?

- Are you jealous?

- Why would I be jealous?

- It's so clear who you're interested in.

- Yeah, and getting clearer.

- Going my way?

- Come on. I'll give you a lift.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey!

,, via ropes and pulleys,

And although no one's sure

if the young bear cub has

actually touched the meals,

one can only assume

that after several days,

a young bear cub would

have to be pretty hungry,

Is there any word yet, Jim,

on, uh, what the food consisted of?

Uh, yes, Doris, Some ham, some lettuce,

some onions and, uh, various cold cuts,

and - a strangely poignant touch - honey,

Yes, Very poignant, Thanks, Jim,

Wealthy businessman Alan Proctor

christened the Santa Fe racetrack,

The much-disputed gambling site is

half-owned by the reclusive tycoon,,,

My sympathies with labour run deep.

My sympathies with unions are strong.

Let me tell you

a little something about myself.

I come from a blue-collar background.

My dad worked for the Southern Pacific

ever since he came to this country.

I started working for the railroad when

I was 16 years old. Hard 12-hour days.

Picture the grime, the dirt,

the smell of sweat, the despair.

Can't you hear the whistle blowing?

Rise up... early in the morn!

Can't you hear the captain shouting

"Dinah, blow your horn"?

What?

Um... there's, uh,

someone in the kitchen with Dinah.

There's, uh, someone in the kitchen,

uh, I know.

Uh, yes, kitchen, uh, and, oh...

Let's talk about, uh,

something that I know, uh...

I know about the kitchen. My opponent

wants to keep the women in the kitchen.

Dinah, Alice, uh... whomever,

but I feel that this is un-American.

- Who? Who phoned?

- He said that he had approved changes.

Damn it! I want security tightened,

and if I find anyone - I mean anyone -

fraternising with the other side,

they are fired! What did he sound like?

(phone)

- Hello?

- Listen, you... listen, you...

Julia, hi! Gosh, it's nice to hear from you.

- My organiser! I want it back!

- I'm sorry, did you lose something?

I suppose you had nothing

to do with the TelePrompTer?

Julia, why is it always "me, me, me"?

What about my needs?

(knocking)

Promise me that you will get

some professional help.

Hey, little girl, is your daddy home?

Did he go and leave you all alone?

Or somethin' like that. You wanna go out?

Kev, this isn't cutting it.

It's supposed to be a friendly speech.

- Comfortable?

- Yeah.

"Wannamaker has run a sloppy,

inept and hostile campaign."

- Good.

- "He's incompetent, mean-spirited,

and out of touch with the voters."

- What's the problem?

- Where's the friendly?

Read the next line.

- "Still, he has the right to run"?

- There you go.

I don't... I don't understand wh...

- That's, uh...

- Wannamaker's staff.

Their campaign manager, Dan Ventura.

What happened to

mixing with the enemy?

- What are you doing?

- Huh? Oh, my... my back.

It helps it a lot if I crawl around

on the floor like this.

They're here to negotiate.

I'll introduce you.

No, that's OK.

So lighten up on the vitriol, Kev.

Wannamaker'll be backin' off soon

anyway. You know Julia Mann?

- Who?

- Campaignosaurus.

She's been on a dozen of 'em. Didn't you

meet her at that junior high thing?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah, right. Julia Mann.

- We hear she's the one mixin' the mud.

My back. Helps it a lot if I can just,

you know, lean against something.

Whew, there you go.

Well, here's the thing. She doesn't know

it yet, but end of the week, she's out.

- What do you mean, "out"?

- They're replacing her.

Ever since the Friendship Ditch,

you've been kickin' her butt.

It's exciting to see, Kev.

What's doing it to you?

(knocking)

I'll explain later.

- Let's go.

- I'll be there in just a second.

OK. Great. We'll just go wait out here.

(microwave pings)

When I'm worried and I can't sleep

I count my blessings instead of sheep

And I fall asleep counting my blessings

When my bankroll is getting small

I think of when I had none at all

And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery

and I picture curly heads

And one by one I count them

as they slumber in their beds

If you're worried and you can't sleep

Just count your blessings

instead of sheep

And you'll fall asleep

Counting your blessings

(phone)

- Hello?

- Hello, Julia? I,,,

No se tu

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