BILL: Did you HAVE to release our tax returns? I don't want people to know how rich we've become, and I don't want them prying into some of my business associations.
HILL: Well, of course I had to release them. I had to get Obama off my back. He kept daring me to do it. If I hadn't, it would have looked even worse. You didn't help matters, either, by putting that ten million into our own foundation and then distributing only a small portion of it. And, after all that blarney in your book about giving back 5% of one's assets to charity
BILL: Don't go dissing me for that. You made a real booboo, yourself, when you told that whopper about running through sniper fire in Bosnia. What the hell were you thinking? You knew there was footage of that airport visit. For God's sake, you took CHELSEA with you. Any idiot could see that it was safe there.
HILL: I had to show that I've crossed the commander in chief threshold, didn't I -- that I'm unflappable in an emergency? Listen, you creep, before you start throwing daggers at ME, let's take a look at the goofs YOU'VE been making lately. Losing your temper at that convention in California didn't help your image any, and if YOUR image suffers, so do my chances of making it to the nomination. We both know it's only because of your reputation that I'm in this race in the first place!
BILL: I don't give a damn. That son of a b*tch, Richardson, double-crossed us, and I'll explode any time anybody tries to tell me he didn't.
HILL: Oh, come on, hothead. I don't recall his promising not to support Obama. Blame yourSELF. You're the one who went all the way to New Mexico to watch the game with him. You apparently have lost some of your powers of persuasion.
BILL: You want to play the blame game? How about YOU with that crap about you and McCain being the only ones who are fit to be the commander in chief? You may as well have opened the gates to the White House for him. Or, if Obama wins, your influence will be zilch.
HILL: Don't ever say that. I will win. I will win. I've GOT to win! I'm ENTITLED to win. I've had 35 years of experience!
BILL: Hold on, there, lady. Do you call 12 years sulking as Arkansas's First Lady experience? Or the years you put in working for that corporate law firm screwing the little guys? Or maybe your time in the White House serving tea to the wives? Yes, I know, you traveled a lot to foreign countries, but that was mostly ceremonial. You know damned well that you weren't involved in policy. I'm sick of hearing you take credit for MY accomplishments.
HILL: Why, you ungrateful heel. If I hadn't played loyal wifey and stuck up for you all the times you were cheating with those bimbos, you couldn't have been elected dogcatcher! (throws pillow at him)
BILL: (throwing one back) You know what? I hope you fail. The last thing I want is to lurk around the White House while you play President. And, you
know who's REALLY going to have to figure it all out when you're there, don't you?
HILL: You louse! (socks him)
BILL: Shrew! (socks back)
(They fall to the floor as punching match ensues)
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