10 Great Lines From THE ROAD AHEAD
"He always happens to have a stack of business cards for his insurance brokerage that somehow fall out of his pocket at some point in the evening. He lets out an 'oops' and then when picking them up, asks if anyone would like one."
"A f***ing Muse. We have a Cabinet Minister who has a Muse. What's next? Maybe the Finance Minister should get a psychic? You know we all look like a bunch of idiots."
“Rick, politics is just another sales job. Except instead of selling insurance or car parts, you’re selling bullshit.”
"When will we see you again? Your father and I barely remember what you look like. We have to pull out old photographs to remind us."
“What the f*** is wrong with that guy! We'ave given the lead on the government’s biggest policy initiative to a sexist moron!”
“I'll get Cabinet Office to prepare a house note for the Premier. It might be advisable for Minister Shit for Brains to be a 'no show’ for house duty tomorrow. As for those two lovely tarts, perhaps we should arrange to have them relocated to Nipigon. Permanently.”
"No one was planning to make auto insurance an election issue until the Jason Bourne of politics went rogue and decide to blow a hole through the party platform."
“I like the idea of a secret relationship. It’s so mysterious. Being part of someone else’s life. I want to be able to excite someone’s creative passion. I believe that a muse in her purest aspect is the feminine part of the male artist, with which he must have sexual intercourse if he is to bring into being a new work."
“Let me explain how this works, Mr. Tompkins. The job of the chief of staff is to control access to the boss. That’s what I’m paid to do. So, if you want access, you need to tell me what it’s about. If it’s personal, I still need to hear about it. If you are selling magazine subscriptions, well I decide what he reads. If you are a Toronto Star reporter, I can tell you what Peter is thinking. If you are his wife calling to ask that he bring home a carton of milk, I’ll arrange to get you the milk. Do you get the picture?”
“So, your dumbass insurance salesman with tweed jacket and the geeky moustache is an MPP." She is laughing at the thought. "How messed up is this world?”