
[while sitting down to eat at Bush's ranch]
George W. Bush: Whaddaya say?... I want you to be my VP. I want you, you're ma vice.
Dick Cheney: Well, George, I, uh... I'm a CEO... of a large company. And I have been Secretary of Defense... and I have been White House Chief of Staff. The Vice Presidency is a mostly symbolic job.
George W.
Bush: Uh-huh.
Dick Cheney: However, if we came to a, uh... different... understanding... I can handle the more mundane... jobs. Overseeing bureaucracy... military... energy... and, uh... foreign policy.
[pause]
George W. Bush: [Finishes cleaning chicken grease off his fingers and stares at Cheney for a few seconds, then points at him]
That sounds good!

Kurt: [Narrating] As the world becomes more and more confusing, we tend to focus on the things that are right there in front of us. While ignoring the massive forces that actually change and shape our lives. With people working longer and longer hours, for less and less. When we do have free time, the last thing we want is complicated analysis of our government, lobbying,
international trade agreements, and tax bills. So it's no surprise that when a monotone bureaucratic Vice President came to power we hardly noticed. As he achieved a position of authority that very few leaders in the history of America ever have. Forever changing the course of history for millions and millions of lives. And he did it like a ghost. With most people having no idea who he is or where
he came from. How does a man... go on to become... who he is.

Lynne Cheney: My sweet Richard. Dance'd nimbly round the king's hearth thou hath. Even whilst clamored I for more, more! Parched maw craned towards the drip, drip of imagined waters. But I say to you now, rest, retire. Thou hast honored thy vows to wife and crown.
Dick Cheney: Has blindness usurped vision in you, my wife? No mere treaty is our union. Thou
shared thy torch's flame with mine. Revealing halls and spires of long faded empires. And now, I may hold aloft mine own fiery cresset. And make flesh our bond of power.
Lynne Cheney: Dare I? Dare I let hope's beak place gathered bramble upon my heart for future's nest? Many winters past hath I let this hope die, cruel winds silencing tiny birds' needy cries. Now that it
hath arrived, I say yea. Mine own blood and will are yours 'til pierced be the last soldier's breastplate, spilling forth its ruby jelly treasures.


Focus Group Participant: Because I have the ability to understand facts, that makes me a liberal?

Paul Wolfowitz: If there's a donkey with a radio up his ass, I wanna know what it's transmitting.

Paul Wolfowitz: Who wants to be an anonymous source?
Douglas Feith: Make sure you work in the phrase, "We don't want the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud." That focus-grouped through the roof.

Colin Powell: [storming towards his Chief of Staff] Larry, have you seen this speech?
Lawrence Wilkerson: Yes, sir. It's bone-thin. I saw at least five pieces of disproved intel in there.
Colin Powell: Who wrote it?
Lawrence Wilkerson: They said it was the president, but I think you can guess who really wrote
it.