“You can call me Mr. President. Has a nice ring to it don’t you think John?”
JOHN: [sinking feeling, but too brief to be sad]
TRUMP: What, John, you “#withher”?
JOHN: Only in my dream.
JOHN: A blonde, blue-eyed dream. Then she was gone.
TRUMP: That’s what I want to talk to you about John.
JOHN: Later gator. You got some bigger fish to fry–the swing states. I bet Hillary’s getting into Billy and Franklin Graham’s dreams if she got into mine. Charlotte, North Carolina has the Billy Graham compound–I think there’s a museum on site. You think you and Hillary could get invited there?