INSIDE THE PRIVATE ROOM
Pappy O'Daniel sits smoking a cigar, nursing a glass of
whiskey, and soliciting the counsel of his overweight retinue.
Languishing! Goddamn campaign is
languishing! We need a shot inna
arm! Hear me, boys? Inna goddamn
ARM! Election held tomorra, that
sonofabitch Stokes would win it in a
Well he's the reform candidate, Daddy.
Pappy narrows his eyes at him, wondering what he's getting
Well people like that reform. Maybe
we should get us some.
Pappy whips off his hat and slaps at Junior with it.
I'll reform you, you soft-headed
sonofabitch! How we gonna run reform
when we're the damn incumbent!
He glares around the table.
Zat the best idea any you boys can
come up with? REEform?! Weepin' Jesus
on the cross! Eckard, you may as
well start draftin' my concession
speech right now.
Eckard grunts as he starts to rise.
Pappy whips him back down with his hat.
I'm just makin' a point, you stupid
As he settles back Eckard looks around the table and helpfully
Pappy just makin' a point here, boys. |O Brother|
Replace 'reform' with 'change' and it's 2008 all over again.