Scene: William Safire’s office at the New York Times. Phone rings.
ROVE: Bill? Karl. The Mary Cheney thing. Do it.
SAFIRE: Okay. You want “Snarky Smartass” or “Righteous Indignation?”
ROVE: “Righteous Indignation.” The base doesn’t get your New York sense of humor.
SAFIRE: Got it.
ROVE: Oh, and pull out all the stops. Just like you did with Agnew back in 1970.
SAFIRE: I’ve got a Golden Oldie I can put in at the end; Joe Welch to Senator McCarthy: “Have you no sense of decency?”
ROVE: Oooh, I love that one. Anyway, get on it before all the yahoos remember that Cheney’s been talking about his daughter since 2000.
SAFIRE: At your service. (Pause.) Uh, Karl…
ROVE: What is it?
SAFIRE: The next time He’s in town…?
ROVE: (impatient) All right, all right. You can touch the hem of his garment. But first deliver the column. Time’s getting short and I have to get down to Miami to rig the voting machines. (Click.)