The Last of Sheila1973

Clinton Green:
[Gesturing to a small island not too far from his yacht] You like it?

Clinton Green:
[They all look, while Clinton beams proudly] I love it. Tiny, tiny islands fascinate my ass. I've got this crazy broker in London that sends me these brochures on all the islands for sale all over the world. Little impoverished islands. A few thousand dollars cash, and you're practically king to six shepherds and their families. Or whatever. I read every word on every island. Then you know what I do? I tear them neatly in half and drop them in the wastebasket. Then I say to myself...

Christine:
[interrupting] I'm still weak, Clinton, but I'm eating solid food.

Clinton Green:
I say to myself, "If there's one thing I hate, it's to have my island speech interrupted."

Clinton Green:
[continues] I say to myself: "No, you poor people... you don't deserve a good king like me." That's what I say!