This is basically what we need to happen tonight:
Feel your hatred, Newt. You hate Mitt Romney. You know you hate him. You know he hates you as much as the rake who bent his croquet mallet at the club in 1986. Stop trying to contain it, Newton Leroy. Let it out tonight. Let it ALL out.
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Well, that was, uh, not really what I was hoping to see.
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