Good morning, Laura. Had a dream last night.
Yeah, honey?
I killed Saddam's sons again.
Yeah, honey, you had that dream before.
Well, it's great, ain't it a sweet thing? I told you I'm the most powerful man in the world, right?
Yes dear, you did.
Even better than daddy?
Yes dear.
You think they're gonna hang Saddam soon? What's the hold up?
I don't know, my little Mr. President. Hey, how many times have I said you looked great in that flight suit?
Tell me again.
You looked great in that flight suit, you war hero you.
Yeah, no shit, huh.
(phone rings)
--Who is it, I'm eatin' breakfast.
--Condi? No I don't care about the Syrians, why you botherin' me with this shit?
--Condola, any word on hangin' that fool yet?
--Well just make sure it happens soon. I need somethin' to lighten up my mood.
(hangs up)
Laura, you ever think about the troops?
No.
Me neither. Why you think Condola's botherin' me about that? She knows better, and she don't care either.
Don't worry, hun. Only the trash have to go. I think it's fun that you can order the troops around.
Me too. Hey, whaddya know, I'll give you a cool birthday present.
What's that?
You got anyone left in your life, some kinda enemy or someone from high school that you still hate? I'll send em to Syria or Egypt, and that'll be that.
No, George, you're not serious.
Sure honey, lemme show ya. Who do you hate?
Well, there was this guy after college that told me I'd be a fool to marry you...
Get out. Wow. Gimme the name.
George, I love you.
Me too, luvdove. Ain't presidentin' fun?