I was one of the most powerful men in the world.
Rich, famous, wealthy, fabulously charming, and pretty smart, if I say so myself
Just one little mistake. Who'd a thought they'd care about it?
And it all went toot sweet.
I mean, I was a shoo-in for the job. And now look at me.
I'm a charmer. I'm a seducer. I'm a fun kinda guy.
I could have been the king of France.
And if the French people are as only half as smart as I, then I might still be. One never knows.
Maybe I'll find a new girlfriend and start over.
I can start now.
My mind is abuzz with fine ideas for a socialist take-over of the whole world
Like Obama, I'll go for the youth vote and promise them anything. They will believe.
I'll call it "Hope and Stuff."
I am so pretty. I am so witty. So pretty and witty and -- hey!
I think I have an idea! You won't know if you like it or not unless you try it.
And if I can't be the king of France, I say to you: I will be the Queen of Riker's Island.
Ooh la la.