Frank: “Unleth you wear your underwear on your head AND give the firtht plumber you thee a hummer, the economy will melt next Thurthday! Oooh, thscaweeee! Tho, put your damn underwear on your damn headth, idioth, do it now!”
Paulson: (to himself) “The fat little flamer made a funny. Ah ha ha. But how does one profit from improperly positioned underwear and felahteo? No wonder his rent boy ring went under. Damned amateur couldn’t even sell sex while I brought in 250 big ones in cash just by saying ‘boo’. God, what a freak show. I cannot get out of here soon enough.”
Reid: “This should kill McCain dead. And when he dies, I want to wrap his waxy, white, paper-thin skin around my head like a turban. And I shall wear Sarah Palin’s underwear – no, that sexy red Alaskan swimsuit!”
Dodd: “Don’t forget to tape your nipples, Harry. Oh sweet Sir Alan Greenspan, I do so love sodomizing Republicans! In a perfect world we would all be wearing giant lubricated condoms over our whole bodies right now!”
Paulson: (into cell phone) “Janis, call Lloyd over at Goldman and tell that damned miser the bidding starts at 100 mil per and a five percent share. Gross, not net. Offer on the desk by Friday; my work here is done.