Prickly City by Scott Stantis for February 13, 2008
Transcript:
Winslow: Why'd you eat me, President Bill? Bill Clinton: You stood in my way! Winslow: Don't you mean "her" way? Clinton: There's a difference? Winslow: What happens to me? Clinton: Digestion. Winslow: You wouldn't.... Clinton: And you thought our campaign was dirty. In the belly of the Bubba: