You know some variation of this happened:
Operator: Your conference call is ready, Sirs.
Condi: Hey!
Operator: You too, Sir.
Condi: He......................
Cheney: Let's get started. Thanks for taking time out of your vacations for this inconvenience.
W: Any time for you uncle Cheney.
Rove: Can you guys hear me?
Condi: You're fading a bit Karl.
Cheney: Good enough, Karl.
(a slap and a woman's giggle heard in the background from Karl's connection)
Cheney: Karl! Stop playing slap and tickle with the Move America Forward Women in Crawford!
Karl: All work and no.....
Cheney: At least don't get it on tape!
Karl: Sure, chief.
W: Hey, that's me! I'm chief!
Karl: Sorry, Sir.
Cheney: I brought you all on today to discuss the hurricane.
W: There was a hurricane?
Cheney: Hurricane Katrina, George. Along the Gulf Coast. Didn't anyone brief you on that?
W: Is that horrible woman from California involved, uncle Cheney?
Cheney: No, George. We can't blame this one on her.
Karl: Well...maybe...
We: Like to get back to the golf course, guys. It IS my vacation and you promised uncle Cheney!!
Cheney: Gentlemen....
Condi: Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheney: Shut up, Condi. Gentlemen, we have to decide our marketing strategy for this hurricane. Karl, what are the voting records in New Orleans?
Karl: Few vote and mostly blue. Many under the poverty line. Lots of minorities. Lots of young children.
Cheney: Mississippi and Alabama are as red as a fire truck, but easily swayed. We'll get Jerry and Pat on them...tell them the Lord will save them, and if not, it's abortion and gay marriage in New York and Boston that caused it. Well save them.... eventually. They'll be really grateful by then.
Condi: Their Lord suffered, so should they. Amen.
Karl: The aerial photos of the flood zone in New Orleans can be made to look like a fetus.
Cheney: Do that!
Condi: New Orleans looks really bad, Sirs. No food, water.
Cheney: Looters, all of them. Black looters.
Condi: I heard they were hungry, and need to change clothes after being in filthy water with no bathrooms for 4 days, Sir.
Cheney: Condi, get out of New York now! It's turning you commie. Anyway, the black looters must be stopped. Mal-Club is complaining of black looters. Black looters taking food...no...television sets!
Condi: I heard they were mostly taking Twinkies, juice and potato chips.
W: I love Twinkies.
Cheney: Not now, George.
Karl: Black commie looters taking television sets and DVDs...and a fetal flood zone. Sounds great!
Cheney: A plan, gentlemen. Now, George, we have to get you up in a helicopter to look at the damage.
W: Do I havta?
Cheney: Yes, George, you have to. You have to look like you care.
W: But my mom told me not to worry my beautiful mind about those people. They can take care of themselves.
Cheney: Just look like you care George. You don't really have to care. Say a few things like "It will be hard work." "Sacrifices are needed."
W: You bet. But a helicopter? Do I have to get that close? Wouldn't Air Force One keep me safer? Higher the better I always say.
Cheney: We won't get you close George, Don't worry.
W: Don't want to get too close to those people.
Cheney: Of course not, George.
W: Uncle Cheney?
Cheney: Yes, George.
W: You will save the Twinkies, won't you.
Cheney: I'll call out the national guard (what's left of them) to save the Twinkies, George.
Karl: Save the Twinkies.
Condi: Save the Twinkies.
Cheney: We're done here.