I've whipped up this nasty little soirée over at his friend Wyatt's house. –Soir-what? –Soirée, honey. I think that means, um, 'party.' –Party. You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... you know, your basic high school orgy-type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candle wax on the nipples or witchcraft or anything like that. No, no, no. No, just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear acting like complete animals.
Oh, I've seen almost half of America. Everywhere I look I'm proud to see what I can see of Americans. Well, I can see, just take a look! –I'm Phil Ken Sebben. You may not know me, but I have 12 billion dollars here that says you'll vote for me regardless. –Phil Ken Sebben. Strength. Leadership. Vision. –Oh, almost forgot! I've taken every drug known to man, and not just orally. Just getting that out there. –Paid for by the people that gave Phil Ken Sebben 12 billion dollars.