Run the concept by me one more time. Okay, you're going to give me the facts. Got it. And then--I'm on my own? Your gentle eyes are telling me I can do it. I can make up my own mind.
Are you sure you want to trust me with this awesome responsibility? I may not be the brightest bulb in the--really? Okay. Your faith in my ability to judge makes me feel so...big. You respect me; I can respect myself.
I get it. You trust me. Your compassionate face telegraphs that trust. You believe it is your job to furnish me with information, and that we share a sacred pact as reporter and reportee. That pact demands that I reach my own conclusions. Yeah. I get it. It's beautiful.
You're not an opinionater like some other people on some other networks. You're not going to *talk down* to me and *hand down opinions* like proclamations from on high. That's so belittling. Our relationship is much richer and more real. It digs deeper than that.
Wait, Anderson. Anderson. I said I get it. I totally get it. You're going to report, I'm going to decide. We settled this, I'm into it. Anderson, please: you're saying "Let viewers make up their own minds" as often as "Digging Deeper" and "Best Political Team on TV". Oh my god, is this a thing? Is objectivity the new CNN brand?
I...Wow. I thought you believed in me. I thought we had something.
You know what, I don't need your "Make up your own mind"® any more than your smoldering glances or your on-assignment gay shirt. I've made up my mind. I'm leaving for Jim Lehrer. Shit, he's not on. Or Keith Olbermann, he confirms my beliefs. Oh wait I can't fucking stand him. Okay, AC Slater, I'm staying for tonight. But this is temporary because it is so over. I mean it this time.
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