MMM!THAT'S GOT A GOOD TASTE.
THAT'S--THAT'S A LOTTO DO A SHOT.
- YOU'RE INSANE!WHOO!
- YEAH, WE SHOULD'VEJUST SIPPED THAT.
- WHOO!
- READY?- OKAY, BUDDY.
ELVIS WRITES A LETTER TO NIXONWHILE ON THE PLANE.
THEY LAND, AND HE DROPS IT OFFAT THE FRONT OF THE WHITE HOUSE.
IT WAS SHOCKING.
NO CELEBRITIES WANTTO HANG OUT WITH NIXON.
SO WHEN HE REACHED OUT,THEY'RE LIKE,
ELVIS WANTS TO MEET WITH YOU.
THIS CAN'T HURT MATTERS.
DON'T YOU WANNA SEEWHAT ELVIS HAS TO SAY?
WHY NOT?
HE'S LIKE, YEAH, ARRANGE IT.YEAH, I WANNA MEET HIM.
LET'S SEE WHAT'S GOING ON.
AND ELVIS COMES IN.
AND NIXON LOOKS AT HIMLIKE, UH,
THIS IS CRAZY, MAN.YOU DRESS REALLY CRAZY, MAN.
HE'S LIKE, HEY,YOU HAVE YOUR GET-UP,
I HAVE MINE, OKAY?
NIXON'S LIKE,YEAH, I'M GLAD YOU CAME BY.
I WANTED TO MEET YOU,AND GOOD TO SEE YOU.
AND ELVIS DOESTHE HARD SELL THING.
HE NEEDS THE BADGE.
WELL, I CARE, MAN.
I CARE ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ONWITH THESE PEOPLE.
AND I CARE ABOUT THE HIPPIES,
AND EVERYTHING THAT'SBEING SAID RIGHT NOW, MAN.
IT'S TERRIFYING.
PEOPLE THAT ARE SAYINGTHINGS ABOUT YOU
AND, UH, THE PEOPLETHAT ARE SAYING THINGS ABOUT ME.
AND THAT'S WHY I'M HAPPYTO BE HERE...MAN.
BUT I NEED THIS BADGE.THIS IS SO BIG FOR ME.
I NEED IT.
AND NIXON REALLY TAKES IT IN,KINDA ASKS HIS AIDE.
HE'S LIKE, CAN WE DO THIS?
AND THE AIDE COMES BACK, SAYS,I'M SORRY, IT'S DONE.
WE CANNOT GIVE THIS BADGE.SORRY, MR. PRESLEY, WE CANNOT--
YOU HAVE NO QUALIFICATIONSIN OUR MIND TO HAVE THIS BADGE.
[burps]
MM.SORRY, BROTHER.
I'M LOVIN' IT.
AND NIXON DECIDESTO GIVE HIM THIS BADGE.
SO ELVIS GOES BACKTO GET PHOTOS TAKEN,
BUT THEN ELVIS IS
A LICENSED AND REGISTEREDFEDERAL NARCOTICS AGENT.