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From: Senator@dpm.senate.gov
Subject: Re: RL-LNW Volume 82
Dear BartCop,
Thank you for contacting my office via the Internet.
I always look forward to hearing from you.
By the way, I LOVE the "Poker at Al's" bit.
Sincerely,
Daniel Patrick Moynihan
United States Senator
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Every now and then, GOP powerbrokers get together with
bag men
from Big Cancer to play a friendly little game of poker.
Rush: Hey, guys. Look who's back!
Buchanan: Stymie, what are you doing here?
I heard you lost $60,000 last week.
Jesus, that's really stupid, even for a ni...
...that's really stupid.
Thomas: Maybe Kweisi Mfume put a Voodoo curse on me.
I'll do better tonight.
Dornan: Excuse me, Mr. Thomas. Do you sing or dance?
Thomas: Why, no. I can't sing and I'm a rather clumsy
dancer.
Why do you ask?
Dornan: I heard the Village People hired "a Conductor,"
and there's something about the way you move...
D'Amato: I have an idea...
Since Stymie lost so much last week,
Let's let him sit in the Magic Chair.
Thomas: The Magic Chair?
D'Amato: Yes, this chair over here..
Thomas: The one surrounded by mirrors?
D'Amato: Yep, that's the lucky chair.
Thomas: Golly... Thanks guys.
You like me..
You really like me.
Rush: Fonz, you shameless whore.
D'Amato: Wait! Let me get this straight:
You... You, Rush Limba, are calling me a whore?
Quayle: I don't get it...
Buchanan: Knock it off, you three.
Don't start fighting again.
Rush: OK, it's my deal, this next game is
low Chicago.
Whoever has the little spade gets half the pot.
Everybody in?
Quayle: Wow! Can you say "little spade?"
Rush: Why not? There's no reporters here. (Laughs)
Quayle: I don't get it.
Dornan: Can you believe those candy-ass Orange County voters?
D'Amato: Are you ever going to stop whining about that?
Dornan: Goddamn beaners stealing that election from me...
I'm so mad I could shit myself.
Rush: Why do...
Can't you...
Can we just play some poker?
Buchanan: What do you call a Dallas Cowboy huddle?
A drug cartel.
What do you call a Dallas Cowboy in a suit?
The defendant.
Quayle: I don't get it.
Rush: I just want to play a little poker.
Dornan: Hey, Limba, you gaining weight?
You look like you might've gained a few pounds.
Rush: Yeah, I've been eating out a lot.
I really need to lose some weight.
My body is very soft.
D'Amato: Hey, Dornan. Is that true?
Dornan: Fuck you, D'Amato.
I'll kick your Italian ass, mob connection or not.
Buchanan: Rush, what happened to the Chocolate Chip?
Rush: Renquist made him stay after court
and write
"I will not cheat off Antonin" 1000 times.
Dornan: Where's Jesse Helms?
Buchanan: Jesse and Bob Barr are out back playing, "Maim that Coon!"
Dornan: ...and they didn't invite me?
Rush: Who's hogging the potato chips?
Quayle: P, ...O ...T ...T
Rush: WRONG!!
Quayle: Why is everybody laughing at me?
D'Amato: I've got a joke. Did you hear Jesse Jackson and
Louis Farrakhan are opening a toy store in Oakland?
They're going to call it "We Be Toys."
Quayle: I don't get it.
Buchanan: I got a joke.
Knock! Knock!
Quayle: Coming!
Rush: Danny, get back here.
How can you be so stupid?
Let's just play cards, OK?
Quayle: No, wait. I want to hear the joke:
Buchanan: OK.
Knock! Knock!
Quayle: Come in, door's open!
All: (Laughs)
Thomas: I heard a funny joke, too.
Knock-Knock!
Quayle: I'll get it!!
All: (Laughs)
Thomas: Sit down, fool.
Knock-Knock!
Quayle: I'm COMING!
Buchanan: Stymie, you can't do Knock-Knock jokes here.
It confuses the Vice President...
Dornan: Hell, I heard a pretty good joke.
What do you call two lesbians in a canoe?
Give up?
Fur traders!
...why isn't anybody laughing?
Rush: Let's play some poker.
The
pot's not right.
Who
didn't ante?
All: D'Amato!!
Rush: Where are the pota....
I mean...
Where
are the corn chips?
Quayle: Oooh! Another chance!
Let me try to spell corn.
Dornan: Here we go again.
Quayle: ...C.... E..
McLaughlin: WRONG!!!
Quayle: I feel like such a tool...
Thomas: Excuse me, Mister Rush.
I was interested in hyp...hyp...
Rush: It's hypnosis, Slappy.
Thomas: Hyp-MO-sis...hyp-MO-sis...
Rush: No... hypnosis.
Thomas: Hyp-MO-sis.
Rush: (sigh) Close enough.
Thomas: I know you've lost some weight lately, and I'd
like
to see if your Hyp-Mo-sis could help me, too.
Would you Hyp-Mo-tize me?
Rush: Well... you gotta to be smarter than Dan Quayle.
Quayle: I don't get it.
Rush: OK, let's try to concentrate...
Stare into my eyes - look deep...deep into my eyes.
Thomas: You have lovely eyes.
Rush: Later...
You're getting drowsy... your mind is afloat.
Thomas: My mind is a what?
Rush: Tell me, what are you thinking?
Thomas: I.... I've never met Mr. Quayle before.
He seems quite the gentleman.
Is... Dan Quayle gay?
Rush: Why do you ask?
Thomas: He seems to prefer the company of men.
Rush: Who doesn't?
Thomas: Is it true that Mrs. Quayle is a lesbian?
Rush: Worse - she's a smart woman.
Now, be very quiet and relax.
Listen to the sound of my voice and concentrate on
a shiny object in the room. Have you found an object?
Thomas: Yes. I'm staring at the award D'Amato just got
from the Swiss Government - the 330 carat diamond.
Rush: You're getting very sleepy.
Thomas: Yes ...sleepy ...like listening to your show...
Rush: Oh....you'll pay for that
one. Yes you will, Slappy.
When I count to three, you'll be awake and refreshed.
One.... two.....THREE!
Thomas: Hey, Rush. Can you Hyp-MO-tize me?
Rush: You dolt! The word is hypnotize.
Say it!
Hypnotize.
Thomas: Hyp-MO-tize.
Rush: God, ...I wish I was a Democrat....
OK, Stymie, listen to the sound of my voice.
When I snap my fingers, you'll become a pirate.
Understand?
You're a PIRATE from the goddamn Carribean.
You have an eyepatch, and a parrot on your shoulder!
(Snap)
Thomas: AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Prepare to walk the plank, matey.
AAAAAAAAARGH!
AAAAAAAARGH!
AAAAAAARGH!
All:
Buchanan: I'll be go-to-hell.
Look at that son-of-a-bitch go.
D'Amato: For the love of fuck!
Rush, you're a genius!
Rush: Talent on loan from God.
Thomas: AAAAAAAAARGH!
AAAAAAAARGH!
AAAAAAAAARGH!
AAAAAAAARGH!
Rush: You can fucking STOP now,
Slappy!
....Oh.....
The silence feels so good....
Listen to my voice, Slappy.
Now, you're a singing teapot
(Snap)
Thomas: (Singing)
I'm a little teapot - short and stout.
Here is my handle, here is my spout.
D'Amato: Rush, goddamn, this is awful, but it's hilarious.
How can you do it so easily?
Rush: Ain't nothing to it...
It seems the more stupid a person is,
the easier it is to hynotize them.
D'Amato: Oh, that explains your stranglehold on Quayle.
Quayle:
Rush: Now, you're a black man.
Quayle: But, Rush. He's already..
D'Amato: Shut up, Dillhole!
Quayle: Dillhole?
Mr. D'Amato, you're 64 years old.
Dillhole?
D'Amato: Ok, then.
Shut up, Dickhead.
Feel better?
CRASH!
D'Amato: What the hell is that commotion at the door?
Masked Gunmen: HANDS UP EVERYBODY! THIS IS A HOLD UP!
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What do the robbers want?
Money?
Or something infinitely more ...horrible?
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