Kisses for My President (1964)

Polly Bergen: Leslie McCloud

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Quotes 

• Thaddeus McCloud : This must be the first lady's bedroom.

  Leslie McCloud : It must be.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Leslie, you don't mean you're actually going to try to shove me in here?

  Leslie McCloud : Oh, you have your very own private dressing room.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Well, if you think I gave up my golf club membership and prospering business so I could sleep in something like this!

• Leslie McCloud : And to the right, the President's Bedroom. It isn't very feminine.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Maybe you - maybe you should appeal to Congress for some... curtains. Make it your first official act and the women of America would be proud that they picked a President who knows first things come first.

• Thaddeus McCloud : You are my President and I must treat you as such.

  [kiss] 

  Leslie McCloud : I didn't know that was standard treatment for Presidents.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Oh, yeah. Yeah.

  [takes Leslie over to the bed] 

  Leslie McCloud : Darling, if you'll wait just one minute I can get into something comfortable for you.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Times a-wastin' and I don't trust those two telephones.

  [kiss] 

• Leslie McCloud : What are you reading?

  Thaddeus McCloud : It's a - you wouldn't be interested. It's Theodore White's "The Making of a President."

• Leslie McCloud : [Thad spanks Leslie's behind]  Don't get fresh! I'll have you drafted.

  Thaddeus McCloud : You can't have me drafted, I'm too old. But, I'm not too old to get fresh!

• Leslie McCloud : Maybe we should do away with those dull, formal receptions and have intimate affairs.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Yeah, that's what I like. Intimate affairs.

• Raphael Valdez Jr. : Miss President, I did not come here to have my country insulted.

  Leslie McCloud : Aren't you perhaps confusing yourself with your country?

• Jackson : This is the Oval Room, sometimes called the President's Study. To your right is the President's Bedroom. Beyond that, the First Lady's Bedroom and Dressing Room.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Thank you.

  Leslie McCloud : Thank you, Mr. Jackson.

• Thaddeus McCloud : As I recall, those two children of ours were born in wedlock.

  Leslie McCloud : Oh, darling, I'm tired. I want to go to bed.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Well, come on!

  Leslie McCloud : Oh, I've got so much reading to do.

• Thaddeus McCloud : You scared?

  Leslie McCloud : A little.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Well, don't be sweetheart. You'll do just fine.

  Leslie McCloud : Oh, Thad, I hope so.

  Thaddeus McCloud : You will! Believe me. After all, you have a better background than some of the previous tenants. A daughter of an Ambassador, a niece of a Senator, former judge, wife, mother, and a graduate of Radcliffe. What other President could make that statement?

  Leslie McCloud : Thad, you have the most wonderful talent for making me feel good.

• Thaddeus McCloud : What's up?

  Leslie McCloud : I'm sorry, darling. Classified information.

  [blows Thad a kiss and leaves] 

• Thaddeus McCloud : Leslie, do you realize that this is the first time we've been alone in three months? I mean, really alone? All those cities, all those speeches. Three months seems like three years.

  Leslie McCloud : I know, darling.

  Thaddeus McCloud : You know something, you're the prettiest President we've ever had.

  [pulls her down onto the bed] 

  Leslie McCloud : Oh, darling, I - I have to meet with the Secretary of Labor first thing in the morning and I - I must read this report.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Oh, come on. The kids are asleep, the voters have gone home, and the press is at rest. Let's not share the magic of this moment with the Department of Labor.

  [goes in for a kiss as the phone rings] 

• Leslie McCloud : I'm sorry to keep you waiting Sen. Walsh.

  Sen. Walsh : May I say, it is always an honor to call on the President; but, in deed, a pleasure to find so lovely a creature behind such a noble desk.

• Leslie McCloud : Excuse me. I must get back to my office.

  Thaddeus McCloud : And I must repair to my boudoir to make ready for the feast and the hunting.

  Leslie McCloud : Goodbye, sweet nut.

• Leslie McCloud : How well do you think you'd fair in a really free election?

  Raphael Valdez Jr. : We have elections in my country!

  Leslie McCloud : When was the last one?

  Raphael Valdez Jr. : That was - that was the that last one preceded the one we will have immediately in the future.

  Leslie McCloud : Twenty-five years ago. Exactly twenty-five years ago and the only candidate was your father.

• Gloria McCloud : Sneaker Morton. You know, he is the only one that wasn't scared off by the SS.

  Leslie McCloud : SS?

  Gloria McCloud : Secret Service.

• Press Secretary Harrington : After Valdez left the nightclub, he wound up in the apartment of Nana Peel.

  Leslie McCloud : Nana Peel? Who is Nana Peel?

  Thaddeus McCloud : She's a stripper.

  Press Secretary Harrington : Apparently they became very noisy because neighbors called the police.

• Leslie McCloud : Hello, little boy.

  [feeling Thad's chest under his pajama top] 

  Thaddeus McCloud : Hello, cuddles.

• Leslie McCloud : How'd you like to fly to Norfolk?

  Thaddeus McCloud : Why Norfolk?

  Leslie McCloud : Where the Presidential yacht has just been overhauled.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Yacht?

  Leslie McCloud : For an overnight cruise on Chesapeake Bay?

  Thaddeus McCloud : I don't believe it. Propositioned by the Chief of State!

• Leslie McCloud : I was rather rough on you this morning, wasn't I?

  Thaddeus McCloud : Well, to put it gently: yeah!

• Leslie McCloud : What got you all stirred up in the middle of the day?

• Leslie McCloud : Darling, I'm sorry.

  [puts her arms around Thad] 

  Thaddeus McCloud : Well, there are times when a man just a...

  Leslie McCloud : A man has to what?

  [long kiss] 

  Thaddeus McCloud : When a man has to assert himself. It's been a long time.

  [pulls Leslie down onto the bed] 

  Leslie McCloud : Thad! Between meetings?

  Thaddeus McCloud : If this is life in the White House, so be it.

  [kiss] 

• Leslie McCloud : I couldn't believe my ears this morning when I heard Peter actually threatening the school principal. He's turned into the world's worst bully - protected by his secret service agents.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Well, I'll take care of that young man.

  Leslie McCloud : No, darling, I've already spanked him.

• Leslie McCloud : Oh, Thad, do you realize the ridiculous position you'll put us both in if you take that job?

  Thaddeus McCloud : Speaking of ridiculous positions, were you ever concerned about what you did to me? I was a proud husband and a good father before you turned me into the First Lady or whatever I'm supposed to be.

• Leslie McCloud : You always told me you and Doris were a riot together. What's the name of that game?

  Thaddeus McCloud : It isn't any game. It was strictly a professional demonstration.

  Leslie McCloud : Whose profession? Yours or hers?

• Thaddeus McCloud : Doris has offered me a job and she was showing...

  Leslie McCloud : Offered you a job?

  Thaddeus McCloud : Yes!

  Leslie McCloud : With the Doris Reid Beauty Salon? Are they going to change your name to Lucky Pierre?

• Leslie McCloud : You haven't said one word to me about her. I still wouldn't have known if you hadn't have come home smelling like a rose water factory.

  Thaddeus McCloud : Oh, that. Well, you see, Doris was a - showing me how the same perfume changes its scent when its put on different parts of the body.

  Leslie McCloud : Oh, that sounds like good clean fun. What different parts?

• Thaddeus McCloud : Tell me, whatever happened to the President?

  Leslie McCloud : I left her downstairs.

  Thaddeus McCloud : I never had any luck with her anyway.