W. Page #5
The people who know you best
voted for you.
I should've stuck it right back up
his butt. That's what I should've done.
Geo, you wanted to play fair.
You didn't wanna get in the gutter.
Even though you lost...
...you can hold your head up.
- Laura, politics is not a library.
It's a kick-ass, skull-crushing war,
and I lost.
- You'll get him next time.
- lf there is a next time.
- George.
- Look, I'll tell you one thing.
There's no way I will ever be
out-Texaned or out-Christianed again.
How's it going, word guys?
You gotta get cracking...
...on my foreign-policy speech
tomorrow. I need the draft by tonight.
You'll get it. We just have to get
our guy at the NSC to sign off on it.
All right. You get your guys,
you get Tenet, then I decide.
I'm going to bed after Sports Cap, so
I want it in my room by 8 p.m., latest.
- No excuses now.
- Yes, Mr. President.
Come on, sit down, get writing.
You think we can get this stuff in?
If we can't,
we can always leak it to the Times.
All right. Let me get our guy
on the horn.
Just to be safe, I wouldn't say 500,
I would say up to 500 metric tons.
- Continue.
- "Some ask why Iraq...
...is different from countries
that also have terrible weapons.
While there are many dangers
in this world...
...the threat from Iraq stands alone."
I'll have to have this approved by
the agency. Let me fax it to Langley.
I'll get in touch with Tenet.
Okay.
George, it only takes
about 10 tons of yellow cake...
Hank, I have already
gone over this...
...with the vice president's office
and DOD.
This information comes from a single
foreign source.
It has not been confirmed.
Besides, Hank...
...it's not solid enough
to be out front with. Take it out.
You're sure?
I just can't go with it.
Get me Mike again.
- Yeah?
- You have to take out the red meat...
... but leave all the spice you can.
Okay, thanks.
Slight change of plans. It's out.
We got a lot of work to do
before Sports Cap.
So, Karl, how long is this
History Channel thing gonna take?
- Card scheduled it for 45 minutes.
- Come on, Spotty, this one's for you.
God. Spotty's getting old.
She needs a seeing-eye dog
for herself.
You know,
once she was a great athlete.
You should have seen her.
She was like the DiMaggio of dogs.
- So you remember your lead?
- Yup.
everything happened for a reason...
...and that we should strive to know
and do the will of God.
Looks like your balls have been put
through the wringer, Ari. What's up?
- Helen Thomas.
- Barney...
...how many times do I gotta tell you?
Stay back.
- And what else did I write down?
- Berlin Wall.
Right. Cold War.
Reagan didn't say,
"Mr. Gorbachev...
...will you take down the top
three bricks off the Berlin Wall?"
He said, "Tear it down. Tear it
all down." And so they did.
- Good boy, Barney.
- Memory's still the greatest, sir.
You know, I'm a lot more like him
than my father.
And the world has to know clearly
where America stands.
Yeah.
What's that old battle-ax,
Helen Thomas, ragging on about now?
Did she say anything about,
you know, Iraq?
She was talking about
secret plans...
You know the rap:
"What makes Saddam
different from any other dictator?
What right do we have
to go to war with Iraq?"
Did you tell her I don't like mudsuckers
who gas their own people?
Did you tell her I don't like a**holes
that try to kill my father?
Did you tell her that I'm gonna kick
his sorry ass all over the Mideast?
Well, I told her about half of that.
Only half?
Here's to turning 40
and looking 30.
Nothing old about you
except a few of your jokes.
To the best thing that ever came out
May all yours and Laura's dreams
come true.
- Each and every one of them.
- It's baseball, you know.
baseball commissioner.
- Why not? I love baseball.
- After all the times I've gone...
...I just never could get into it!
You know who I grew up dreaming
to be, Spider?
- Who?
- Willie "The Say Hey Kid" Mays.
He was the greatest ever.
The problem is you couldn't hit
the curve ball, and you're white.
That's right, I am white. I'm white.
- Phone call for you, Mr. Bush.
- Whoa, Buddy Holly.
- Who is it?
- The vice president, sir.
All right. All right, I'll get that
and it's time to get serious.
I'll see you in a while.
All right, I'll tell him you said hello.
You guys, I'll be right back.
Poppy.
I just wanted to wish you
a happy birthday, son.
- Oh, thank you.
- Hope you're enjoying yourself.
Oh, I am, very much so.
Thank you, sir.
How's Laura?
Sweet as ever.
- And the girls?
- They're back home in Midland.
We were just hoping
to get some alone time.
A good thing.
Your mother and I, we rarely get that.
You know, I'm gearing up to run in '88.
Yes, sir.
I think that's great.
Your brother Jeb can't get away
from Florida.
How'd you like to lend a hand?
In what way?
Would you be willing
to come to Washington?
Help me run my campaign?
Yes or no?
We'll do the... We'll do the river.
So, what did he have to say?
Well...
...looks like we're moving to D.C.
All right.
- Hey, all right.
- Yeah.
All right.
Come on now.
Good morning.
Well, Jan beat me 6 to 1. I'm never
gonna be any good at that game.
almost as much as you last night.
You all right there?
Oh, I can't go on like this.
- I'm through.
- Through what?
Drinking.
Well, everyone knows you're trying.
Why don't you take today off?
Stay in bed.
No. I gotta do my miles.
My three miles.
I'll suck it up.
You know, George, Washington
is gonna be a big change for us.
For the girls.
Your father is running for president.
I think it's so nice of him
to show such confidence in you.
Confidence? He only called me
because Jeb wasn't available.
He wants you. Bushie, why do you
do this to yourself? Why?
Three miles.
You are my God and savior.
- In Jesus' name, Amen.
- Amen.
Amen.
We'll see you all next week.
- God bless you.
- Thank you.
You hit a dry well,
you keep on drilling.
Oh, yeah. Thank you.
- Thank you very much, sir.
- Bye-bye.
Earle.
There's always this weight on me.
This heaviness.
And no matter how many times
I come here or go to church...
...that weight just won't lift.
W...
...the Christian life
is not a constant high.
I got my moments
of deep discontentment.
And I got to go to God, just like you,
and say, "God, please help me."
But all I am is name.
People say that
I was born with a silver spoon...
...but they don't know
the burden it carries.
I believe you, W.
And that's all right.
You know, that's okay.
Now, look.
Look what you have achieved.
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