"Damnit, Bucky. Last time that goateed butterball was in here, he lectured me - me - for a full fifteen minutes on why I needed to intervene in that vegetable case down in Georgia. Christ in a refrigerator, that woman'd been in a coma for fifteen years. She had a flatter brain scan than a three-thousand-year-old Egyptian mummy. And he wanted me to issue an executive order to plug her back in. Who appointed Gideon fucking Payne the conscience of the nation anyhow? Hell, he killed his own goddamn mother, didn't he?"

Christopher Buckley, Boomsday (114)