State of the Union Page #13

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This may be a stable

to the dark horse,

but it's still home to me.

Besides, I think Kay would be

more comfortable in a kennel.

Then you won't let her come.

I certainly won't.

I agreed to let Conover

have this house

for the broadcast.

I agreed to say

whatever he wanted me to say.

I even agreed to let him

use the kids.

Even though I don't believe

that gang of parasites

could elect a rat catcher.

Even though I know

they're killing Grant.

Slicing him up

sliver by sliver

until there's nothing.

And now they want me to invite

that woman to this house

and pose with her?

Not me. They're not going

to slice me up, too.

Besides which,

that particular day happens

to be my wedding anniversary.

Ouch.

You can tell Mr. Conover no.

Okay.

No is what I'll tell him.

And my apologies, lady.

I only do that to people

I like very much.

Spike!

Hello, boss. Come on in.

Where's Mary?

She's upstairs,

dressing the kids.

I've got my fingers crossed

for tonight.

I can handle her. And Grant?

He's making an appearance

over at the local

Matthews For President Club.

The boys from Life

went along with him.

Come on in,

I want to

show you something.

Well, how do you like it?

Radio, 200 stations

coast to coast.

Televisions, two cameras,

complete coverage for

the whole Eastern Seaboard.

The Four Blue Notes Quartet.

They came out with

Grant's campaign song.

The club band

and the local yokels,

all the trimmings

including the press.

Wonderful. Really wonderful.

I could've gotten a bigger

turnout for someone who

didn't want to be president.

Blink, what about

the Matthews speech? I think

there's been some changes.

Everybody in there

has made at least

three changes already.

Hasn't this Matthews

any mind of his own?

Blink Moran,

the Network producer,

Miss Thorndyke.

How do you do?

Is anything wrong?

Don't mind Blink,

he's got ulcers.

You listen to politicians

night after night.

You'll have ulcers, too.

Mr. Matthews

is no politician.

I've read this lady,

he is for my dough.

In the library,

I think we can

be among friends.

Coca Cola.

Well, speak of the devil.

Am I glad to see you,

I was afraid you were

going to be late.

Not tonight, Jim.

I've waited too long

for this.

Bill Hardy's waiting

to meet you.

Bill Hardy, Miss Thorndyke.

How do you do?

Nobody told me not to dress.

Why, Mr. Hardy, you and I

are going to stand out.

It was sheer wizardry,

the angle you used

on those Boston Irish.

Thanks.

Martini for her. Very dry.

Does Mary know she's here?

She invited her.

Have you ever been

in a hurricane?

No.

You will be.

Double whammy on her.

And, Mr. Hardy,

with you on our team,

nobody can accuse us

of being Wall Street,

can they?

No.

The Judge and Mrs. Alexandar

are coming here tonight.

Do you know

how to mix a Sazerac?

Sazerac?

Yeah,

it's a absinthe and...

It's a form of suicide

but don't sample one

because it will light up

your vest buttons.

That's all she drinks,

and drinks.

The Judge

takes straight bourbon.

Spike, don't think

I'm forgetting

your contribution

to this great moment.

Secretary of the Treasury,

that's all I ask.

Nobody's gonna get sore

about this Matthew's speech.

He's for everything

except sin.

He must be bowlegged

from straddling.

Couple of months ago,

he made some good speeches.

What happened to him?

Spike!

Here he is now.

Spike.

Spike.

Later, boys.

We'll get that later.

Hello, boss.

Everything all right?

Fine, biggest news

since V.J. Day.

Did you get the speech timed?

Time's all right.

What kind of a crack is that?

That's a joke. Come on.

What happened? Got that

before-the-big-game...

No, I'm all right.

Just want to be sure

there's no slip-ups.

How's the audience?

They were cold.

I couldn't warm them up.

You know a man's

never a hero...

Yeah, in his own home town.

Is everybody here?

Yeah, in the library.

Sam Parrish is on his way.

The Judge and Lulubelle

are due any minute.

They like to be sure

the bar's open.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

Hi, Dad. Want to hear

our radio speech?

Mom just helped.

What's the idea of this getup?

Our band. It's on the show.

Whose idea was that?

Yours, Grant.

Oh. Oh, Hello, Mary.

Keep out from underfoot,

don't be getting

in people's hair.

Mary, I want you to know

I realize this is not going

to be too easy for you.

And you're nice

to do it for me,

and I appreciate it.

Nonsense, Grant,

I hope it's everything

you want it to be.

Oh, I almost forgot.

These are for tonight.

I didn't think

he even remembered.

Remembered the what?

Oh, the anniversary.

My error.

Larraagas. It's the only kind

Jim Conover smokes.

Is she here?

Yeah.

Where is she?

In the library.

Well, here we go.

You know something, Spike?

What?

To quote your friend Conover,

I'd give my right arm up

to here for a drink.

Oh, no, Mary, please.

Not tonight.

If there's one thing

we don't want,

it's too much frankness.

All right, Spike.

I'll be good.

Hey, Mom, you look swell.

Thank you.

Oh, my carpet.

Now, I'd like

to propose a toast.

To the lovely lady

who picked Grant out of

the pile in the first place.

Thank you, Jim.

Hello, Mary.

It was nice of you to ask me.

Hello, Kay. You're just

in time for a cocktail.

Thank you.

You're looking

very pretty tonight.

Mary is going to be

the best-looking first lady

we've ever had.

Let's get a nice picture

there. Shall we?

I'm sorry I wasn't here

to welcome you.

Face this way.

This is the first broadcast

my children...

Big smile, that's right.

Shoot it.

That's good.

...broadcast my children

have ever been on.

They're very excited.

Mary, Bill Hardy.

Mr. Hardy the labor man.

How do you do?

Nobody told me not to dress.

I am glad you did dress.

Men are much too lazy today

about dress.

Ed Lauterback.

The farm expert.

How do you do?

Your husband talks well

but you're prettier.

Thank you very much

Mrs. Draper, Mrs. Matthews.

Mrs. Matthews,

you should be seen more

in public with your children.

Foreigners like children.

Doesn't everybody?

Grace, let's not get started

on politics right away.

You're in for

a very bad evening.

No, politics is new to me,

but I'm very interested.

You've got the "very"

in the wrong place, Mary.

Interested but very new.

Jim means I haven't...

Thank you.

He means I haven't lost

my amateur standing.

You're learning, I hope.

That's a dangerous hope.

You politicians have

stayed professionals

only because the voters

have remained amateurs.

Anybody home?

Hello, Judge.

I am Spike MacManus,

remember me?

Indeed I do.

It's a great pleasure

seeing you again, sir.

This is Mrs. Alexandar.

How do you do?

Mrs. Matthews,

Judge and Mrs. Alexandar.

An honor to be here,

Mrs. Matthews.

It's my duty to sentence

your husband to four years

in the White House.

And I think I can safely

promise the votes of at least

five Southern states.

In the election?

I said "Southern states",

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