Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. The egghead President of the United States, one Mirkin Muffley, chirrups into the phone to the Soviet Premier: "Now, then, Dimitri, you know how we've always talked about the possibility of something going wrong with the bomb? The bomb, Dimitri. The hydrogen bomb. Well now, what happened is that one of our base commanders did a silly thing. He, uh, went a little funny in the head. You know, funny. He ordered our planes to attack your country . . . Let me finish, Dimitri."
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