In my opinion, this closely illustrates the ambition and career direction of one of our most famous presidents.

The door to Angel’s office closes, leaving him and Lindsey alone.

Lindsey:  “You probably think this is some kind of trick.”

Angel:  “Are you afraid of me, Lindsey?  –  You think maybe I might kill you?”

Lindsey:  “No.”

Angel:  “I’m smelling a whole lot of fear – big – stinky – mortal – terror.  So, no, I don’t think this is a trick – I think it’s a big joke.’

Lindsey:  “Hey, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want to see me.  But I don’t have a choice.”

Angel:  “You always have a choice.  I mean, you sold your soul for a fifth-floor office and a company car.”

Lindsey: “You think you’ve got me all figured out?  You think you know everything about me?”

Angel:  “Everything I need to know.”

Lindsey:  “What was your father?  He was a merchant, right?  Linen and silk?  Did pretty well?  Had a couple of servants until you killed them?”

Angel:  “Just the one.”

Lindsey:  “Well, our files aren’t 100 percent, – but I guess it’s fair to say that – you’ve never seen anything like real poverty.  I’m talking dirt poor – no shoes – no toilet.  Six of us kids in a room, and come flue season it was down to four.  –  I was seven when they took the house.  They just came right in and took it.  –  And my daddy is being nice, you know?  Joking with the bastards while he signs the deed.  Yeah, so we had a choice.  Either you got stepped on or you got to stepping and I swore to myself that I was not going to be the guy standing there with the stupid grin on my face – while my life got dribbled out…”

Angel:  “I’m sorry.  I nodded off.  Did you get to the part where you’re evil?”