President Beatty Takes Up Residenceby Steve MartinThe New Yorker October 18 & 25, 1999 My God, I can see the Washington Monument from the bedroom. That's a sight. I wonder if they can see me from there -- President Beatty. "Yes sir, Mr. President." Sounds good. I like being called Mr. President. Can't wait to get Mike Ovitz on the phone and have him call me Mr. President. Ohmigod! I can't wait. If I do a movie with Spielberg, will he say, "Could you speak your line a little faster, Mr. President?" I guess he'll have to. There must be a thermostat around here somewhere. First-day stuff. I'll find it tomorrow. Bed's nice. Comfy. I can't stand it that Reagan was in here. In this very bedroom... I can't believe that he's considered a great President. Good grief. He will not be the greatest actor-President! HE WILL NOT! HE WILL NOT! HE WILL NOT! Hey, my first phone call... "Sir, Mr. Jack Nicholson is calling." Put him through... Hi, Jack!" "Hey there ol' buddy! I just wanna say one thing: Poontang." |
