Hey, Hey, P-a-u-l-a, I Want to Marry You Someday…

Hey, Hey, P-a-u-l-a, I Want to Marry You Someday…

Paula Jones v. Clinton Wednesday, May 28th, 1997 -- "Okay, so now it's time to punt," says Bill Clinton's personal lawyer Bob Bennett as he sits on the phone in the private living room on the residential floor or the White House. Bennett had stopped by, forgetting the POTUS was 4,000 miles away.

The President is livid. There's Bennett having coffee and danish with Chelsea while he and Hillary are stuck in Europe with a bunch of sissy French sycophants. One can hear the President screaming over the phone "Jeez, Bob! Can't you do anything right? First you blow the settlement deal and now I'm about to become the nightly topic on Geraldo Live!"

"Look, Bill," Bennett winces, "We've got a lot of options. The Court said you couldn't use executive privilege, but you could be so busy with the 'people's business' that you won't have time to appear in court -- or even at depositions… Yes, of course we'll file a motion to dismiss… She doesn't really state a cause of action, yeah, yeah, I know you were her boss… No, I don't care what Dick Morris says, you can't confront the issue now -- that would be political suicide! Just let me do my job, Bill -- that's what you pay me $500 an hour for! Oh -- there's something else -- how 'bout immunity? You were immune as Governor of Arkansas -- that might work. Look, she's basing her suit on a 100-year-old civil rights statute that protected slaves from mistreatment during Reconstruction, now isn't that ridiculous? … Yep, yep… no, but we could say you didn't deprive her of her civil rights -- sexual harassment doesn't deprive someone of her civil rights, does it? … Forty months? You need to buy forty months? Well, I don't know, I just don't know… Yeah, I know that's a helluva note on which to leave the White House… Marry her? Bill, Bill? Are you there? Hello? … Damn, there goes the French connection!"