Dan Embree: Definitely no deal now. Sad. I was going to throw in Puerto Rico and all its Mexicans. Cheap labor.
Dan Embree: For that tiny portion of your base given to grammar and logic, the singular verb “pulls” suggests that “Mental illness and hatred” are one thing and thus that all the angry people in your base are nuts.
Dan Embree: “I’m trying for the night shift as an eviscerator, so I can put in 8 hours after my day as a surgical nurse. I think the skill set is basically the same.”
Dan Embree: She seemed to know she was involved in something evil – something that didn’t square with her country’s ideals, her bland assurances, and perhaps her own maternal feelings.
Dan Embree: “What a lovely name, Tango. But I hope you’re not one of those ‘Bad Hambres’ Da-da talks about.”
Dan Embree: Dr Wolfgang Schädelprüfer of the Mayo Clinic said that his examination of X-rays and cat-scans left no doubt that you suffer from a rare disease known as hyper-osteo-incrementalitis in which the cranium grows inward, gradually compressing the brain into a smaller and smaller volume.
Dan Embree: “Whatever. Anti-invite them. I just don’t want to see them. Especially that nasty mannish one with the purple hair. Not my type. How’d she get to be a princess anyway?”
Dan Embree: I see a future in which one man in some barely populated place, call it Wyoming (or whatever), will have 68 times the voice in choosing federal judges as another man in another place, call it California (or some such).
Dan Embree: …then some has-been writer named Jean Carroll suddenly wants to grab a piece of my action by claiming I raped her in Bergdorf Goodman’s years ago, and – talk about nasty – that I penetrated her ‘halfway – or completely – she couldn’t tell.’
Dan Embree: “Listen, we can make a deal. Arms deal? Move your capital? Launder your kopeks? Conquer the Bulgarians?”
Dan Embree: Those with doubts about La Infanta Ivanka’s princessicity should consider the assurance with which she speaks on matters of which she has no concept.
Dan Embree: It mattered that a chemistry professor had won a silver star. We learned from them things they did not exactly teach – it might be better to say that we imbibed things that they embodied.
Dan Embree: Get the name of our agent in the Kremlin who spilled the beans on my deal with Vlad. The CIA calls him ‘Beano’, so I think he’s Mexican.”