AF: Mr. President, Iím not sure you have the correct use of the word.
GB: Whoís the president, Ari Atari?
AF: With all due respectÖ
GB: Respect or not, whoís the tax-package-proposing, Texas-big-swinging-dick, ride-or-die President of the United States?
AF: Do I really have to answer this, Sir?
GB: You want me on that wall; you need me on that wall!
AF: All right already, all right. No more Nicholson quotes, please. A Texan doing Nicholson is like listening to Andrew Dice Clay woo Rapunzel.
GB: Rapunzel, thatís that Gwyneth Paltrow-looking long-haired nursery rhyme chick, right?
AF: Sort of, Mr. President
GB: Whatís that you said Ariola?
AF: I said ĎSort of, Mr. President,í Mr. President.
GB: Thatís right Ari. I am the motherhonkiní President. You see me land that jet last week?
AF: I believe it was more like you landed in a jet, not landed it yourself.
GB: Whatchu talking bout, Willis?
AF: Thatís like saying you drove the roller coaster.
GB: I did that too.
AF: Oy vey-
GB: Whatís that mean, Ari Safari?
AF: Itís Yiddish, itís similar to when you say Ďoh brotherí.
GB: Who, Jeb?
AF: Never mind, sir. Letís get back to the task at hand.
GB: Right, the speech. Now I was thinking I could just always resort to the whole Ďat least I donít fellate, heh, heh, I mean relate with my internsí.
AF: ...and this is the problem, Sir. I think you do want to relate with your interns; that would be a good thing. What you want to say is ĎAt least I donít have relations with my interns.í
AF: Yes, Mr. President.
GB: Then the joke doesnít make any sense. I canít say, ĎAt least I donít have fellations -- I mean relations.í It sounds stupid.
GB: Listen Ari-a 51, the President needs to show the public a little humor, you know?
AF: You are actually planning on making that joke in public?
GB: In public? Hell, Iím going to do it on national TV. Ah, I said ĎHellí -- now I said it twice! Two bucks in the swear jar!
AF: Iím at a loss, sir.
GB: Hey Ari, are you Jewish?
AF: Is that relevant?
GB: Whoís the President? Howís that for relevance?
AF: I think I might hate you sir.
GB: Donít hate the player, hate the game.
AF: I hate both, sir.
GB: Oh Ari, so sorry. Tee hee.
AF: Thatís it, I quit.
GB: Can you get me my chicken potpie first?
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