This business about graceful exit just simply has no realism to it at all. Let the nostalgia begin: we may never see words from the White House quite like these, ever again.

I think-tide turning-see, as I remember-I was raised in the desert, but tides kind of-it's easy to see a tide turn-did I say those words?

Ah, yes. And we'll miss them when you're gone, Mr. President. Here's the last chance to collect pearls of accidental wit:

One has a stronger hand when there's more people playing your same cards.

And I suspect that what you'll see, Toby, is there will be a momentum, momentum will be gathered. Houses will begat jobs, jobs will begat houses.

We shouldn't fear a world that is more interacted.

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