Selina:
I wanna offer Jonah the VP slot.
Kent and Amy:
What?
Selina:
Yeah, it's the only move we have left now, and we're gonna have to get it done today.
Kent:
Ma'am, there are still numerous permutations that can play out here. You don't have to do this.
Selina:
Do the goddamn Islamic math. You're the numbers guy.
Kent:
Fuck the numbers! I will not be part of a campaign, let alone an administration, that includes Jonah Ryan as vice president! That is an entirely unacceptable outcome!
Selina:
Amy, will you talk some sense into him, please?
Amy:
Don't do it.
Selina:
What?
Amy:
Don't make Jonah your VP.
Selina:
You know what I just remembered? You are a terrible campaign manager.
Amy:
Ma'am, you can't let an embittered, vindictive, narcissistic man-child be one heartbeat away from the presidency, let alone be the president!
Selina:
Amy, there's no safer place to stick Jonah Ryan in all of Washington, D.C. Being Vice President is like being declawed, defanged, neutered, ball-gagged, and sealed in an abandoned coal mine under two miles of human shit! It is a fate worse than death! Besides, I'm not gonna die, 'cause I've got the heart and the twat of a high school cheerleader who's only done anal!
