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There Are Truckloads Of Broccoli At This Very Minute Descending On Washington. My Family Is Divided. For The Broccoli Vote Out There: Barbara Loves Broccoli. She Has Tried To Make Me Eat It. She Eats It All The Time Herself. So She Can Go Out And Meet The Caravan Of Broccoli That's Coming In.

I Think When You See An Aircraft Fire, These Angry, Black Puffs Of Smoke, Knowing That One Of Them Could Kill You That You - You - You Understand The Seriousness Of The Mission. And You Understand Your Own Mortality.

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You Got To Wrestle With Your Conscience. You Got To Listen To People. It Doesn't Come So Easy To Me That This Is Right And That's Wrong. It's Never That Simple.