They said it couldn't be done, people! They said, 'Earner's don't get authed!'. They said, 'You can't put two Trumps in Manhattan!'. Well, here we are, everybody. I was an Earner, then I was a Wise Guy - and believe me, they call me Mr. Wise Guy, I'm the wisest, I make Confucius look like Charles II - and now I'm a Made Man. A self made man. A man who's made his way through this degraded mushroom farm of a business and come out on top. Way on top - so far on top I'm practically on Mars, and hey, what a planet, red, lots of sand, beautiful place, terrific people. 

We've toured this country, acquiring units here, units there, piling up units like baseball cards. Now we're settling down. We're making a home, folks. We're going to serve you - the people. We're going to lead. Manhattan is going to be fantastic. The envy of the world. Amazing. A district with chutzpah. Everyone is going to be very, very jealous. And I can't blame them. I've heard people say I'm the perfect guy for the job. I don't know, but that's what people are telling me. If that's what they're saying, that's what they're saying. I'm not the word police. 

And hey, everybody, if you thought one Trump was too many, now there's two. How about that, huh? How about that. And it's like - who came first? The chicken or the egg? Can we ever really know? But we're gonna knock our heads together and make it happen. We're gonna coat this place in gold-leaf. I’ve built casinos bigger than this city. It’s no sweat off my back. But looking out at this crowd - and wow, what a turn out, folks - and the sweaty, fleshy, disco ball foreheads staring back at me, full of soggy folks with coal country dreams, I know I’m doing it for you. 

The Bigly Boys are in business and Jesus Christ is on our side. God bless America. God bless Manhattan.