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?”