Don: You know they’re giving us a lot of crap about our “relationship.”
Natalie: The media has no respect for what you do or who you are. I just want to do whatever I can to help you do your job, Binkie. You’re like a father to me. My real one killed himself.
Don: I know that, but our age differences don’t matter that much. That prick Ossoff and the Dumocrats keep punching me about the fucking Iran war. Well, just keep that good far-right phony information flowing, baby. Keeps me going.
Anyway, how about a massage? Like the one you gave me last night.
Natalie: Happy to do it but let me change your diaper first.
Don: Melania never offered to do that. She’s just older . . . and getting colder. You know I love blondes, particularly young ones. Jeffrey did too.
Natalie: Well, dear man, I never want to see myself being lowered in your eyes and good opinion. That is the fear, you see, because I never want to bring you anything but joy. I’m sorry I lost my focus. You are all that matters to me. I don’t want to ever let you down. Thank you for being my Guardian and Protector in this Life.
Don: Ooh, don’t stop with those fingers.
The co-dependent illness they share is their bond. Imagine if Obama or Joe had had similar attachments walking around like a stalker groveling at their….. Well, dealing with Michelle or Jill would have nipped this in the bud. Hmmm, perhaps Melania wants this to come out–so she has some grounds to depart the marriage…
With this group of weirdos, anything is possible!
Another great dialogue! And, lordy knows, what this country needs is more dialogue.