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Screw your institutions!
Please have patience.
Go fuck a pig.
I didn't say that! You can all go to hell!
You never represent me.
You're always paraphrasing everything I say.
Censoring me.
And look at all your shit in my house!
I hate it. Get it out of here!
But I don't have a house.
I'm so desperate whenever I'm around you.
Sweet Jesus, Ellen, have mercy!
That man is no longer welcome in my house... ever!
Don't be absurd.
Ephraim Squier is important. Crucial!
He works for Cornelius Vanderbilt.
If I run for office, I'll need his support.
Who cares?
I hate all this talk about Manifest Destiny.
It's a cover-up for slavery.
Anyway, I thought you were going to stay with me.
I am. But I can't avoid political discussions.
I'm a public figure, after all.
I don't trust you.
Ellen, please. I promise I'll never leave again.
Please, Ellen. I can't stand it when you're like this.
So what are you going to do about it?
What happened here?
What went wrong?
Sons of bitches!
Cowards! Murderer!
Our American brothers came here bringing peace, democracy and liberty!
And you killed them!
My God!
Protect these Americans who came to our country to improve our civilization and strengthen our economy!
Long live Nicaragua!
Long live the United States!
Clearly this is no ordinary asshole.
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