Prologue: happy days are here again -- This is a day of national consecration -- A small, obscure Austrian house painter -- The striped-pants boys -- I want you to go to Germany as an ambassador -- The vehicle occupied by great Caesar's ghost -- Some changes are in order – I wonder if you would try to get the President more interested in foreign affairs -- I am much too fond of you all -- Just think what the career boys will say! -- Ambassador Long was swell to us -- Downhearted about Europe -- What a mess it all is! -- Without doubt the most hair-trigger times -- If men were Christian, there would be no war -- Hypnotized by Mussolini -- Pack up your furniture, the dog, and the servants -- I hate war -- I still don't like the European outlook -- What a grand fight it is going to be! -- Joe, just look at your legs -- Everybody down the line will be sent to Siam -- May God… prove that you are wrong -- Resistance and war will follow -- I could scarcely believe such things could occur -- Methods, short of war -- The last well-known man about whom that was said -- My mother does not approve of cocktails -- It's come at last--God help us – I’m tired, I can't take it -- One mind instead of four separate minds -- Churchill is the best man England has -- My mother Alice who met a rabbit -- The hand that held the dagger has struck it into the back of its neighbor -- I've told you, Eleanor, you must not say that -- I get constant reports of how valuable you are -- Your boys are not going to be sent into any foreign wars -- We will talk about that and the future later -- He can talk to Churchill like an Iowa farmer -- We Americans are vitally concerned in your defense of freedom -- History has recorded who fired the first shot -- A day that will live in infamy.