The Murky Fringe: You have really fucked some people up.
Polio: Some people? I’ve fucked millions of people up.
TMF: But you’re no plague.
Polio: That depends on how you define “plague.”
TMF: You’re not the Black Death, let’s put it that way.
Polio: And I wouldn’t want to be.
TMF: Because you’re not that ambitious?
Polio: The Black Death took everyone quickly. My ambition is to last forever.
TMF: But there has been some talk recently about a vaccine.
Polio: That sugar cube bullshit?
TMF: That’s just how they’re administering it. The vaccine is on a sugar cube.
Polio: I took down your fucking President.
TMF: Yes you did.
Polio: I tried for Churchill, but he’s a son of a bitch.
TMF: You’re going to look back on the early 20th Century as the best years of your life.
Polio: Those were some good times.
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You know, you spend your entire presidency trying to hide your crippling (yes, fucking crippling) disability…
Eleanor, I don’t give a shit what they call it now. I’m not differently abled. It’s not like polio took my legs and gave me fucking laser vision….
You spend your entire presidency trying to hide your crippling hideous condition, and then the only way you get portrayed after death is in the goddamned chair you did your best to pretend didn’t exist.
I brought the United States out of the Great Depression and shepherded her through World War II, and what do they call me?
FDR the wheelchair bound goddamned cripple. That’s what.
I was a dancer, once. A graceful hoofer.
Fuck you, polio. Fuck you in your crippling face.