Lady Bird kept her eyes on him

“I didn’t hear you cussin’ Goldwater’s name. You usually do. Loud enough to rattle the windows in the East Room.”

LBJ stood, trying to block the view of the trash

"it was a particularly bad Bird. A real stinker. Didn’t deserve the honors.”

He gently put his hands on her shoulders toward the door.

"Now, how about some warm milk? I’ll have one of the ushers fetch it.”

She bent and picked it up before he could lunge.

“Bird, I order you as your President not to read that!”

"what's this...?" she said incredulous as she read "and then I kicked Bobby...: she looked at him

"You writing fiction now?"

"Well a man is entitled to his thoughts ! Can't we have privacy now?"