If Barack Obama starred in Goldfinger

Huh? Dammit! I knew I shouldn't have agreed to a "one-on-one" interview with Paul Begala...

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This is power, Mr. Obama. All my life, I've been in love with its aura... its brilliance... its divine gravitas.

I welcome any enterprise that will increase my stock... which is considerable!

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I think you've made your point, Hillary, thank you for the demonstration.

Choose your next witticism carefully, Mr. Obama, it may be your last.

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The purpose of our previous meetings is now very clear to me. I do not intend to be distracted by another...

...Goodnight, Mr. Obama.

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You expect me to offer the Vice Presidency?

Oh, no, Mr. Obama, I'm tired of your endless "talk", your windy preaching of hope and change, your ceaseless flip-flopping between positions -- many times on the same day, your tired rhetoric stolen from other politicians, and your pathetic record as a failed state senator. No, Mr. Obama, I expect you to die!

There is nothing you could tell me that I haven't already heard ad nauseum! Hope, change, hope, change, hope, change! How many f*****g times must I hear your stump speech? The time for talk, Mr. Obama is over. Goodbye.

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We end this clip at a fortunate juncture, dear reader, to prevent you from having to imagine the bloodcurdling cries of yet another foe of the Clintons.