You look sexy when you're improving the lives of hardworking Pennsylvanians.
Is it the improving lives, or is it these fetching sweat pants? Why don't you move that computer out of the way? Let me see what that looks like. Yeah, it's better with

the laptop.
Fuck off.
You're not paying enough attention to me.
I pay attention to you all day at the office. Hey, you know, I don't think I've ever seen you brush your teeth before.
Sure you have.
No, I don't think so. I mean I know that you do brush, but I don't think I've ever actually witnessed it before.
Well, here it is in all its glory.
Is that my toothbrush?
I don't know. Is it?
Yes, it is.
You left it here.
Peter, gross.
Oh, come on. We've exchanged plenty of fluids by now.
Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No. Toothpaste.
It's not toothpaste. I'm ravished.
No.
Go get it. I have to take this.
This is Russo. Yeah. Right now it's 12:53. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I have to go.
Is everything okay?
It's work stuff.
What kind of work stuff?
Congressman Wallinski. He wants to go over the tax incentive stuff we sent him.
Peter, it's 1:00 in the morning. Hey, Peter.

I have meetings tomorrow. I have a committee hearing.
Congress will survive without you.
Address, directions. There's an e-ticket in your name. Your flight leaves at 6:30. You should head to the airport.
This is coming from Frank?
No. This is coming from no one. You have the flu, and you're calling in sick.
What's that?
What's what?
Is that a hickey? Are you whoring around again?
No. I have a girlfriend.
You mean your little office romance.
What do you know about that?
When it comes to your life, Peter, and what I know about it, you should assume that there's no such thing as a secret.
Stay in touch. You call me on my cell, never at the office. Good luck. Knock 'em dead, tiger.

How are we?
Overtired, under-caffeinated, but we're making progress.
Less than a week to go.
Yeah. We'll do our best.
You'll what?
We'll get it done.
Somebody open a window. It's rancid in here.
That is what happens when six people don't shower for half a week.
Anything you need other than deodorant?
Yeah, this performance standards thing. the teachers unions are gonna
Leave it in.
But we could delete it.
I'll handle the unions. What else? Anything?
Conjugal visits? I'll get back to work.
Nancy.
Coming.
What do I have next?
Constituent calls from 2:10 to 2:35, fundraising until 3:50, deputy caucus at 4:00.
The call list?
It's on your desk.
my briefing for the caucus?
Next to the call list.
Have you been in the conference room? Have it steam cleaned over the weekend. In the meantime, get those poor kids some Febreze or something. It's like a

petting zoo.
You gotta see this.
But were they in line with your thinking at the time?
We do not consider the issue of Israel and Palestine a laughing matter. And he calls Israel illegal. Well, he's an anti-semite, and he is wrong. We would have grave,

grave concerns about appointing such a man our next Secretary of State.
It's too easy.

Roy, hi. My name is Peter Russo. Congressman Russo. I'd like to just speak to you for just a... Sir?
Either you're lying, and you can fuck off; or you're telling the truth, and you can absolutely fuck off.
I saw your web site. I'm a fan. And I brought you something.
Hey, babe, put some clothes on.
What?
We got A guest.
So? Hey.
Put some clothes on.
Ice or no ice?
Uh, No ice.
Good. We don't have any.
Fuck. Echo, I told you to put the--
It's okay. It's okay.
I'll keep your secret if you keep mine.
A congressman, you say?
Right now, I'm just a drinking companion.
Well, all right, companion. Have yourself a drink.

Come on in.
What will that get me?
I mean, I'mkinky, but I don't know if I'm the girl you're looking for.
You're definitely the girl that I'm looking for.
Excuse me.
All I want for that money is your silence.
My what?
The guy you were with the other night, the one who was arrested, do you know who he was?
You mean the congressman?
There was no congressman. There was no arrest. None of that exists. All that exists is the money sitting right there in front of you. Do you understand?
Yeah.
Good. Open your mouth. Last little bit's for me.

You're scolding me.
Am I?
You are, silently. is it the rowing machine?
You tell me.
It's the rowing machine.
You haven't used it.
How do you know I haven't?
Francis.
You know I don't like to be managed.
I'm not trying to manage you. I just don't want to outlive you by 25 years.
I must walk three miles a day around that Capitol. I'm constantly on my feet. And do you know how many calories the brain burns?
I'm not worried about your brain. It's your heart we're talking about. Use the machine.
She's right. I should take better care of myself. But it's the principle. I won't be a slave to anybody or anything you can order with a toll-free number.

We share the wealth in this republic.
I thought the whole editorial team pitched in.
Sometimes. Not that time, though.
But he must have written some of it?
No. That was all me.
What if people thought he wrote it?
Oh, fuck that. He's a fraud. Nah, he's worse than a fraud. He's a fucking farce. I'll tell you something. He used to be even more of a maniac than I am.
Chemicals?
No. Politics. Oh, we had some nights, man. Long conversations, dangerous fucking notions.
Like what?
You name it-- OPEC, Pinochet, the fucking Food Stamp Act. Then the motherland sang her mating call. O say can you-- Next thing, he's cramming for the bar at

Bryn Mawr and snapping on a flag pin.
Does Bryn Mawr have a law school?
My point is, he started goose-stepping in the marionette parade. Left, right; red, blue; Democrat, Republican. We're all dangling from the same strings. Take a

sledgehammer to the whole fucking Punch and Judy show. That's what's required.
Thought you were a patriot.
Fuck, yeah. One of the few.
So what's wrong with public service?
Public service? Come on. You gotta get a grip on who your masters are. The I.M.F., the World Bank, the Rockefeller Trilateral Commission. You bankroll their

fucking death squads. It's called FEMA; it's called alcohol, tobacco, and firearms; NATO; Border Control. You think Katrina was incompetence? That was highly

orchestrated negligence. Look at Waco, Amnesty International, the ACLU. Smokescreens-- all of them. Blood on their hands.
Well, exactly.
You want me to lie to the people.
I want you to spare the people another hypocrite.
What's in it for you?
Poetic justice.
Oh, come on. You're one of them.
Can a corporate sellout roll a joint like this?
If I wanted to do this thing, how might I go about that, precisely?