"Dick, I never imagined that what you called a simple slap on the wrist of the Ambassador would turn out to be the most serious crisis in what everyone considers the most brilliant presidency since Abraham Washington!" Dick raised his head from the paper he was reading and with that customary smile of his that resembles more a gesture of suppressed rage blended with infinite sadness and despair, replied: "George, we are in this together.
Remember you are the one who asked to put the ambassador in his place.
You then agreed that his most vulnerable spot was his spook wife.
We just did not figure that our respective gofers would talk out of turn" "All right, all right! We are both guilty but just because they are making a mountain out of a molehill out there, we are not going to lie down and take it.
As long as they stay away from the big question we are OK.
We have so many things going that we can not spare a single moment to deal with this problem" "You are right, George.
Also, keep in mind that there is a ferocious prosecutor sifting evidence day and night in an effort to find a thread into this office.
He is a thorough type that will not rest until he's got both of us tar and feathered out of DC!" "Now, wait a minute.
I have an idea" "What?" What does his wife do?"