Frank Underwood: The American people don’t know what’s best for them. I do. They’re like little children, Claire. We have to hold their sticky fingers and wipe their filthy mouths. Teach them right from wrong. Tell them what to think, and how to feel and what to want. They even need help writing their wildest dreams. Crafting their worst fears. Lucky for them, they have me. They have you. Underwood. 2016, 2020, 2024, 2028, 2032, 2036… One nation: Underwood.