the meeting

"...and so, General, when I see someone with the responsibilities that you have, sitting down with Rolling Stone and talking about the administration in a way that is not just harmful to the essential balance of civilian-military relations, but also undercuts..." "Hey. Hey. Hands off the suit." "What?" "I said keep your hands off of my uniform. You're invading my personal space." "Your personal space is about the last thing you need to be worrying about right now, General." "I don't care if you are the president of the United States, although I seriously doubt you rightfully are, considering your caginess about your birth certificate. Like I told World Net Daily, their take on that is spot on. But even if you are legit, you still don't have the right to push me." "I didn't push you." "Oh really, that's what you'd like me to believe? You initiated contact with my body which is the initial portion of a shove, and just because I stopped you before you were able to complete the action by executing the thrust, you would brazenly lie by saying that you were not in the process of committing a push?" "I did not push you." "Oh. Oh. Maybe you were just copping a little feel, is that it? You like man tit, is that the story?" "You're digging your own grave here, McChrystal." "I guess that maybe I should dig your grave instead, that's what I'm thinking. Boy, this is just like what I was telling the New York Times. Put the big jerk under a little bit of pressure and his inner bully comes roaring out." "It's apparent that you are not temperamentally capable of successfully carrying out your mission." "Oh yeah? Maybe you're not temperamentally capable of being the friggin president. How do you like them apples?" "You know, as long as you're still wearing that uniform, it's not too late to have you court martialed." "Here come Obama the Bully again. It's like I told High Times this morning, when you flip over a rock and see the ugly things that come crawling out, it makes you reluctant to ever flip over a rock again." "General, your behavior is totally inappropriate, and I have no choice but to relieve you of your command." "You want to fight, just you and me? I can take you in a heartbeat. Of course, I suppose you would just have me arrested rather than accept your beating like a man." "That's enough, General. You're relieved. End of story." "You know, nobody likes you, Obama. Everybody I know voted for John McCain. Everybody. Like I told Hamid Karzai, we knew that it would be a disaster if you were elected. And sure enough, here we are in the midst of a..." "Leave now before I have the Secret Service escort you out." "Okay, okay, Mister Tough Stuff. Maybe you won this round, but just wait till you hear what I have to say on the Sean Hannity show tonight."