Richard Nixon
That's our tragedy, isn't it, Mr. Frost? No matter how high we get, they still look down at us.
David Frost
I really don't know what you're talking about.
Richard Nixon
Yes, you do. Now come on. No matter how many awards or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is for me, it's still not enough. We still feel like the little man, the loser they told us we were a hundred times. The smartasses in college, the high-ups, the well-born. The people whose respect we really wanted, really craved. And isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? Scrambling our way up in undignified fashion. If we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here, now? The two of us. Looking for a way back into the sun, into the limelight. Back onto the winner's podium, because we could feel it slipping away. We were headed, both of us, for the dirt. The place the snobs always told us that we'd end up. Face in the dust, humiliated all the more for having tried so pitifully hard. Well, to hell with that! We're not gonna let that happen, either of us. We're gonna show those bums! We're gonna make 'em choke on our continued success, our continued headlines, our continued awards and power and glory! We are gonna make those mother****ers CHOKE!... Am I right?
David Frost
You are... Except only one of us can win.
Richard Nixon
Yes. And I shall be your fiercest adversary. I shall come at you with everything I've got. Because the limelight can only shine on one of us. And for the other, it'll be the wilderness, with nothing and no one for company but those voices ringing in our head... You can probably tell I've had a drink. It's not too many, just one or two. But you believe me, when the time comes, I'm gonna be focused and ready for battle.
