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Good morning, everyone.

How are you today?

What's this in my hand?

Why, it looks like an invitation.

An invitation to... The White House!

I've been invited to the White House!

Really? What's the occasion?

Barbara Bush is having a luncheon. It's
probably picnic style. I hear Nancy

stole all the good china.

First Lady with her literacy campaign.

Remember all those weekends I spent
reading to children in shopping malls?

this is so exciting. I've never been to
the White House before.

Congratulations, Corky. One's first
visit is always a thrill.

Mine was during the Eisenhower
administration.

A lovely lunch, spoiled only by Vice
President Nixon constantly knocking on

door saying, can I come in?

I've never been to the White House. Have
you been, Frank? Sure.

Sure. What is that supposed to mean?

Sure. As in, I can't believe you haven't
been yet?

Sure. As in, every Tom, Dick, and Harry
in the universe gets to go? Boy, are you

a loser.

Just say what you mean, Frank.

I think you've about covered it.

Come on, Miles. I wouldn't lose any
sleep over it. All this drooling over

White House. What's the big deal?

It's just a Republican Graceland without
Elvis.

Sour grapes, but I guess that's what
happens when you've been banned from it.

And I still say it's totally unfair.

For some reason, whenever the president
hears my name, he runs screaming into

the night.

Maybe it's because you ran over him with
a bicycle three months ago.

Oh, come on. How long are people going
to keep dredging that up? It's not like

broke any of his bones.

It says, uh, Cookie Sherwood Forrest and
Guest. I guess you're taking Will, huh?

No, he'll be in Los Angeles working on
his screenplay on the 17th.

So, I'll have to find somebody else to
go with.

Oh, well, you don't want to ask Jim.
He's been too many times. Frank's out.

eats up other people's plates. And
forget Miles. He doesn't meet the White

height requirement.

So, I guess that leaves me. Okay, I'll
go.

You want me to invite you, Murphy?

But you don't like the White House. You
just said so.

All right.

All right, I'll be honest with you.

I'm in trouble.

I'm doing an important story on the
recession and the president won't give

quote. How am I supposed to do my job as
a journalist if this guy won't give me

any access?

I've got to do something to get back
into the good graces of the Bush

administration.

Well, Murphy, I'd like to take you. I
really would.

But I'm afraid you'll start hounding the
president like you always do.

There'll be a scene.

He'll ask who brought you. And I'll be
executed on the White House lawn.

Sorry.

Come on, Corky, I'll be on my best
behavior.

Anyway, it's Barbara's lunch. The
president won't even be there. Corky!

Jason Slugger, you've got as much chance
of getting into the White House as Paul

Tsongas. Can you place a wager on that,
Jim? Oh, God, there's money involved.

No one's safe.

Well, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me,
there's only one road to the White

and it's right through Sherwood Forest.

You mean it, Murphy?

You were really impressed with my story?

Very impressed.

Where did you ever get the idea to do a
story on the reunion of the Titanic

survivors? I saw it on an old rerun of
Heart to Heart.

Brilliant.

And, Corky, when you stopped your
interview to comfort that sweet little

started shrieking when he saw the ice
sculpture, well, those are moments they

don't teach at any journalism school.

Now, Murphy, it's awfully nice of you to
offer to help me edit that piece, but

I... I don't think you should cancel
your exclusive interview with Jackie O

for me. Just for you?

You're my buddy, my pal.

Did Jackie O crochet me in FYIT cozy?

No, sirree, Bob.

Now, you just sit your little self right
down here.

I'll get us a pad, and we'll make some
notes right now.

Okay.

Murphy, may I have a word with you,
please? Make it a one -syllable word,

Of course, he's waiting.

You want a one -syllable word? I've got
one.

Shame.

Shame on you.

Do you actually think you're fooling
anyone with this nicey -nice routine?

I'm fooling the only person that
matters, Corky. Look at her.

Innocent, trusting.

Today we even browsed in a notion store
together. I bought her a bobbin.

I can't stand by and watch this happen.
You'll do anything to get what you want.

It's like you're Godzilla and Corky's a
small Japanese town.

Getting back into the White House means
everything to me. I'm the only reporter

in Washington who's frozen out. If that
means that I have to butter up Corky for

a few days, it's a small price to pay.

So, uh, Corky.

That old Murphy.

She certainly has been in a good mood
lately, don't you think?

I guess pregnancy has finally had a
softening effect on Murphy.

Yes.

But I wonder if there isn't another
reason why she's being so nice.

Yeah. She's sucking up to me, so I'll
take her to the luncheon.

Marky, you knew?

Well, duh, Frank.

Did you hear her go on and on about my
Titanic piece?

Marky hates sentimental stories like
that.

Dinner, two nights in a row, shopping
today.

This morning she put a cinnamon stick in
my coffee and winked at me.

It was all I could do and I had to burst
out laughing.

Corky Long, outwitting the master. I
loved it. I had no idea you were capable

something like this.

I am humbled to be in your presence.

If I follow you, will you teach me your
ways?

Corky.

Corky, when you first came here, you
were an innocent, incapable of this kind

manipulation and deceit. And now, look
at you.

I'm so proud.

As long as you got the right kind of
bait, that dumb old catfish will jump

on your plate.

And the costumes were so beautiful,
weren't they? You know, it's funny.

All my life I've heard about the Ice
Capades, but I've never been until now.

It's funny, I thought I'd get through
life without going.

Always said I'd die first.

Thanks again for inviting me, Murphy.

And for all these things.

I can't decide which I enjoyed more, the
figure skating ballerinas or the Care

Bears on parade.

What about you?

Oh, I don't know. I guess the part where
the guy in the elf costume hit the

wall.

So you know what would be fun to do now?

Some good old -fashioned girl talk, the
kind my sisters and I used to do back

home.

Gee, Corky, it's been a long week. Don't
you want to get some sleep so we'll be

fresh for origami class tomorrow?

I want to talk.

I actually have something important to
bring up.

You do?

Murphy, journalism isn't an easy
business for women.

So I think when one of us has contacts,
we should use them to help each other.

Yes, absolutely.

That's why I want you to sponsor me as a
member of the Washington Press Club.

Oh, come on, Forky, you don't want to do
that. It's a terrible club.

Poorly lit, badly ventilated. Sam
Donaldson drilled a hole into the

room.

a member.

I want it more than anything.

All right, all right. I'll see what I
can do.

Oh, thank you, Murphy.

This is such a wonderful evening, isn't
it?

You know, there's another thing my
sisters and I used to do back home when

felt like bonding.

What is it?

We'd braid each other's hair.

Oh, stop.

You know, Murphy,

Always admired your hair.

I bet it would braid up real nice.

I know what. Let's watch TV.

Guess what? I've got the Disney Channel
now. They're running a tribute to Kobe.

Yep. I really miss those sisterly
braiding sessions.

In fact, I was thinking about wearing my
hair in a French braid to the White

House next week.

Okay.

Okay, here's the deal.

We braid. For ten minutes, that's all.
We take no pictures. We tell no one. And

even if this house catches fire, we do
not leave it in the braided state, okay?

Okay.

You

know,

sometimes while we braided, my sisters
and I sang green sleeves.

You know that song, Murphy?

No.

Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast
me off

discourteously.

Hum along if you don't know the words,
Murphy.

you had crammed in what is now the
nursery closet.

Is there any place special you might
like me to put it? No, Eldon, just leave

it. I'll find a place for it.

Okay.

Want me to stick around and clear out
any other rooms?

No, Eldon, you can go now.

Okay.

Some hair is sticking out of the side.

See, Eldon, those are the hairs that are
too short.

So what do we do?

Well, we hold them off to the side like
this, and at the end, we come back and

tuck them in.

Oh.

You look like an old Heidi.

I'm gone.

I'm out of here. Something tells me
you're about this far away from hot

each other.

Adios. Goodbye.

Corky, I'm going to lay all my cards on
the table.

I've only been nice to you this week
because I wanted you to invite me to the

luncheon, but I can't take it anymore.

So just tell me what you want me to do,
because there's only two days left, and

if you want me to steam clean your
drapes or rebuild your transmission, I

get started.

Well, Murphy, I have a surprise for you.

I sent in my RSVP three days ago with
your name on it.

Three days ago?

Before we went to the flower show?

Before we made Rice Krispie bars?

I guess I was thinking that once you saw
how much fun we could have together, it

would bring us closer.

Do you feel closer, Murphy?

Before we rented Chitty Chitty Bang
Bang?

that right away. I should be going
anyway.

There's just one thing that's stopping
me from killing you right now, and

the thought of a mugshot in this hair.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Bye!

Oh, here we are at table 42.

Ooh, what a lovely centerpiece.

I can't believe it. We're way in the
back.

I bet it's because I told them I was
bringing you.

Excuse me, sir.

I wonder if you could just check your
seating chart. I thought I'd be closer

the front.

No, I have you and Miss Brown back here
on table 42.

I don't have to sit with her.

We're not really together.

Can you just squeeze me in at that table
up there with Charlton Heston and Dana

Delaney?

No, I'm sorry. The seating's already
arranged.

Would $5 change your mind?

Not really.

Great.

I can barely see Barbara Bush from here.

And on top of that, we're stuck at the
kiddie table.

Look at this. Great juice.

Courtney, none of that matters. We're
guests at the White House. I'm in, I'm

back. Hello, I'm Murphy Brown.

Hello. Lovely to see you, Murphy Brown,
White House guest.

Doesn't that smell good?

It's potato leek, the president's
favorite. In fact, I saw him just a few

minutes ago in the kitchen helping
himself to a bowl.

President's here?

Happy?

What? I just think it's nice that George
shows an interest in what Barbara's

serving for lunch. Excuse me, I have to
go to the ladies' room.

You do not. I do, too.

I just got a little spot of soup on my
skirt. I want to put some water on it.

Before it's bad. Excuse me. Once the dry
cleaners get it out, Murphy, I mean it.

You are insulting me. Do you actually
think I'm going to go running through

White House halls calling out to the
president to get a quote for my story

all I've gone through to get here and
then show that I can be trusted?

I'm sorry, Murphy.

I overreacted.

I know you wouldn't do that. Thank you.

Thank you for leaving me my dignity.

Now, excuse me.

Mr. President?

Mr.

President?

Mr.

President?

Hi,

Millie. How are you?

I'm Murphy Brown.

Oh, you know what? I read your book.

Damn fine effort for a first -time
author.

Now, let me see if I got something in my
purse.

Look at this. Milk dice. Want to eat?
Want to eat?

That can't work. You want to go for a
drive? Go for a drive in the car?

Hey, Millie, look out in the hall.

Democrats.

Yeah, that's right.

Big old slow ones.

Go get them, Millie. Go get those
Democrats.

Have they served the entree yet? I hope
it's chicken.

Do you know I looked for your legs under
every stall in the ladies' room?

Thanks to you, Betty Furness thinks I'm
weird.

And now I find you snooping in the house
of the leader of the free world.

Corky, I'm sorry. I don't know what came
over me. I need the quote.

I want to get back in the game.

Murphy?

You are going to go back out there. You
are going to sit through that luncheon

without opening your mouth, and then you
are going to seek professional help.

Yes, Corky.

Oh, jeez, look how close I came.

His soup bowl.

The president's soup bowl.

The president ate out of this.

All of a sudden, it's so real.

I'm in the president's home.

Do you think he worked on it? That would
be my guess.

Look at this.

26 across.

A three -letter word for loser. He
squeezed in Cuomo.

I wonder what's in this drawer.

I can't open that. It's private.

Oh, come on, Gorky. We've already walked
into a room we're not supposed to be

in. But, hey, you're right.

Let's just go back to that big,
impersonal dining room to a table that's

back, Barbara Bush looks like a Q -tip.

Yeah. Let's just do that instead of
taking a harmless peek at something

give us an insight into the man and
great story for our grandchildren.

Come on.

Come on, Corky.

I guess one little peek wouldn't hurt.

I wonder what's in that drawer.

Do it, Corky.

Do it. Do it.

Stamps, lint.

Where's the good stuff? Like a note from
Ollie North that says we fooled him or

the box Stan Quayle came in.

Sophie, this isn't right.

Don't touch anything else in here.

Come on, let's go.

Oh.

Look. A Halloween snapshot of Barbara
and the president dressed as Sonny and

Cher.

a habit.

Corky, you can't take that. That's
stealing.

I bet the president won't even miss it.

I could just slip it into my pocket,
see?

No one would ever even know. What are
you doing in here? Don't shoot!

He's not going to shoot.

Hi, I'm Murphy Brown. I don't think I've
seen you around here before. I'm sure I

would have remembered.

What's your name?

This area is off limits except to White
House personnel.

My, that's a long name. What do they
call you for short?

I can explain.

What do you have in your pocket, ma 'am?

My pocket?

Your pocket, ma 'am.

Why would I have anything in my pocket?
Empty your pocket, ma 'am.

like this before?

I don't know what came over me. I think
there was something in my soup.

I wouldn't say anything else without an
attorney present, ma 'am. Come with me.

Oh, God! Way to go, Corky. I told her
not to take that.

Come on, Miles.

Sooner or later you have to say
something. You know, it's... It's not

keep it all bottled up inside.

Well, Jim, look who's here. If it isn't
Thelma and Louise.

Actually, when White House security
called, I was quite surprised that it

this long.

Let's see.

Luncheon was at 1 o 'clock. The call
came at 1 .17. I'd say that's a world

record, Murphy.

Congratulations. Oh, uh, Corky, the next
time you're at the White House, I can

use a nice area rug.

better now than she was in the car.

Okay, Miles, this is your last chance to
say something. Then I'm going home and

take a nice long bath.

Five seconds.

Four.

Three.

Two. Of course, Murphy.

I'm rude to be not to have spoken
sooner.

I guess I should thank you.

After all, I've always wanted to visit
the White House.

Although it might have been nicer
without the armed escort.

Still, because of you.

I made a new friend today.

Dave, head of the Secret Service.

Nice guy.

I think he really meant it when he said
he hoped there were no mistakes on my

last seven tax returns.

Miles, I'm sorry you had to go through
this. Really, I am.

It's clear to me now that when I break
the rules, other people have to suffer,

and I don't think that's fair.

Good.

But boy, does it work for me. I was this
close to getting to the president. I'm

definitely making progress.

You know, Bush is fairly accessible on
the golf course.

I bet I could borrow Jim's clubs. Yeah,
I think I'll ask him. Jim!

Jim!

Well, Dave, I've seen this tip from a
friend.

The next time the president plays golf,

That lady in the foursome behind him.

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