Lang: Hello. Who are you?
The Ghost: I'm your ghost.
Lang: Right.
Ruth: Don't worry. He isn't always such a jerk.
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The Ghost: Adam Lang, he wants a place in history, not in the remainder tables.
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Roy: What utter balls. Of course. Adam Lang's a world historical figure. His autobiography is gonna be a world-publishing event.
John: Yeah, well, l got warehouses filled with world-publishing events waiting to be pulped.
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Lang: Okay, let's say I enjoyed it. You know, you go on the stage, pretend to be somebody else, and people actually applaud you for it.
The Ghost: Good, that's more like it. Let's put that in.
Lang: No. Because these are the memoirs of a Prime Minister. And whenever my opponents were stuck with something to hit me with, they always said I was a bloody actor!
Do you know what the Times of London said the day I resigned? "Kindly leave the stage."
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