| 3.18 Enemies Foreign and Domestic CJ: You guys wanna muzzle me before I go in there, speak now or forever hold your peace – God knows it’s not likely I’m gonna. STEVE: I’m sorry, CJ, but you’re not outraged by this? CJ: Outraged? I’m barely surprised. This is a country where women aren’t allowed to drive a car. They’re not allowed to be in the company of any man other than a close relative, they’re required to adhere to a dress code that would make a Mary Knoll nun look like Malibu Barbie. They beheaded 121 people last year for robbery, rape, and drug trafficking, they have no free press, no government, no political parties, and the royal family allows the religious police to travel in groups of six carrying night sticks and they freely and publicly beat women. But Brutus is an honourable man. Seventeen schoolgirls were forced to burn alive because they weren’t wearing the proper clothing. Am I outraged? No, Steve. No, Chris. No, Mark. That is Saudi Arabia, our partners in peace. DONNA: Are those angry faxes? CJ: They’re…yeah, they’re *very* angry faxes. DONNA: From Saudis? CJ: Yeah. DONNA: Well, what did you expect? CJ: Very angry faxes from Saudis. CJ: The Russians have banned her from the summit. TOBY: Why? CJ: She supported the other guy. TOBY: Time to teach these stoley-drinking Tchaikovskies a thing or two about free press, American-style. You don’t ban those who supported your opponent, you make them wallow in their loserdom by covering your victories, you put ‘em in the front row and give ‘em a hat. I will save Ludmilla Koss, for I am Toby, and in-so-doing – why am I speaking like this? CJ: I don’t know. JOSH: There’s something really good on television. LEO: What? JOSH: That’s why he can’t go – there’s something really good on television and he doesn’t know how to work a VCR. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to work it, they know he’s got a staff, it’s that….it’s that he doesn’t trust technology. SAM: Listen, I’d like to tell you about something and when I’m done if you think I sounded like an idiot, just know I’ll be feeling like one as well. FITZWALLACE: Wait a second, hang on. You’re telling me that foreign policy of this magnitude is conducted through *Sam*? And I’m still *alive*? SAM: We can’t believe it ourselves. CJ: How does this work? SIMON: Well, what is it you’d like to know? CJ: Well, first of all, from how far away can you do this/ SIMON: I can respect a certain perimeter of privacy. CJ: What does that mean? SIMON: I don’t need to see you naked or anything. CJ: Okay. SIMON: Though “better safe than sorry” is sort of a motto over at Treasury… |