GUITEAU (spoken):
Ladies and gentlemen, a toast. To the presidency of the United States. An office, which by its mere existence rea**ures us that the possibilities of life are limitless. An office, the mere idea of which reproaches us when we fall short of being all that we can be. A grand and glorious office to which at least one among us may one day aspire. Ladies and gentlemen, what can I say? Hail to the chief!
BOOTH (spoken):
You know, you really ought to do something about that stomach
ZANGARA (spoken):
I do everything about this stomach!
BOOTH (spoken):
Oh, yes?
ZANGARA (spoken):
I give up wine, no good. I give up smokes, no good. I quit my work, no good. I move Miami, no good. I take appendix out, no good. Nothing no good. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
BOOTH (spoken):
Have you considered shooting Franklin Roosevelt?
ZANGARA (spoken):
You think that help?
BOOTH (spoken):
It couldn't hurt