Thank You for Smoking2005

[Ron has just arrived in Senator Finistirre's office.]

Ron Goode:
You wanted to see me sir.

Senator Ortolan Finistirre:
Have a seat, Ron.

[Ron sits down in a chair in front of a desk, facing Senator Finistirre.]

Senator Ortolan Finistirre:
You see, Ron, I can't be everywhere I'm needed. That's why I send people like you to speak on my behalf. When you're there, you're not Ron Goode, a guy whom your friends probably like, you're Senator Finistirre's aide and your name really doesn't matter. So when Ron Goode acts like a complete a**hole on the Joan Lunden Show, I'm being an a**hole on the Joan Lunden Show.

Ron Goode:
Senator, sir, he sprang on me like....

Senator Ortolan Finistirre:
Where in the hell did you find cancer boy?

Ron Goode:
He was supposed to be quite reliable the Pulminary Council was one of his references.

Senator Ortolan Finistirre:
F***ing non-profits! When you're looking for a cancer kid, he should be hopeless. He should have trouble talking, he should have trouble breathing. He should be in a wheelchair, carrying a little goldfish in a Zip-lock bag, hopeless.