State of Play2009

Cal McAffrey:
Mornin'...

Cameron Lynne:
So? Where are we, was he nobbing her or not?

Cal McAffrey:
Morning, Cam...

Cameron Lynne:
That's funny about you. Every time your friend runs for re-election or conducts a hearing, you drop his name to me until we give him some coverage... but he finally does something that actually might sell some newspapers, you render mute. It's, it's - incongruous!

Cal McAffrey:
No, it's not... it's inconsistent.

Cameron Lynne:
Pfff, don't be an ass. What do you think? Those are the ideas for our facelift. I know, I know... it's crap! Our new owners have this odd idea that we ought to be turning a profit.

Cal McAffrey:
Yeah, well I hear our online site is doing great. I mean, not that I get to notice that sort of thing. I've been here what, uhh... fifteen years? I use a sixteen year old computer... she's been here fifteen minutes and she can launch a Russian satellite with the gear she's got.

Cameron Lynne:
Yeah, she told me you behaved like a pig.

Cal McAffrey:
That's too strong.

Cameron Lynne:
Well, pig-ish.

Cal McAffrey:
I showed her a little snout, uhuh.

Cameron Lynne:
Well, I happen to like miss Della Frye... and yes, I did send her down there to winkle something out of you. She's hungry, she's cheap and she churns up copy every hour.

Cal McAffrey:
Yeah, I now... I'm overfed, I'm too expensive and I take way too long.

Cameron Lynne:
Yes, you do.

Cal McAffrey:
I was Stephen Collins' room-mate in college... I don't live with him now.

Cameron Lynne:
Well, that's a shame isn't it.

Cal McAffrey:
Yeah... 'cause I could sell some newspapers.