
"Jack, get us a couple of Heinekens, please."
"Yes sir, Mister President. Here you go."
"Bill, that is without a doubt the very best secret
service guy I've ever seen."
"You bet he is, George. He can do anything, and do it
fast. Go ahead and give him a try."
"Okay, I will. Jack, could I have some smoked gouda?"
"Yes sir, Mister President. Here you go."
"My goodness. Well, here we are again, Bill, together
again."
"Yeah, here we are again. Seems like every time I see you,
we're in the middle of some disaster or another."
"We're good at it... It's... It's a calling of sorts. But
you can't deny we've had some good times too."
"You're right, George.
Best seats at the Superbowl."
"And
that little jaunt to Rome. I mean, it was sad about the Pope and all,
but the rest of the time..."
"And President's Day, whoo whoo! It's nice to know another
former President who knows how to party."
"Ain't that the truth, Bill. Look at the slim pickings
I had to choose from. Before you, I mean."
"Thank you, George. You're not so bad yourself. You know,
in retrospect, you're starting to look pretty good."
"What? That's not supposed to be a put down of my boy, is
it?"
"Of course it is, George."
"Hahahaha. Never could measure up to the old man. I always
thought that Jeb would be..."
"Look out behind you, Mister Presidents. Incoming."
"Thanks, Jack. I was..."
"Hey fellas! Hey fellas!"
"Oh no..."
"Yiiii!! It's Jimmy Carter! Run away! Run away!"
"Hey guys. What you all talking about?"
"Important stuff, Jimmy. You know that big storm down
south? We're helping to lead a relief effort, and we're..."
"Should you guys be drinking beer right now? It's only two
in the afternoon."
"You mind your own affairs, Jimmy Carter. Bill and I have
had ourselves a rough trip, and if we want to kick back with a couple of
beers, it's none of your damn business, you old stick in the mud. You ever
wonder why none of the other presidents wanna hang around with you?"
"Sorry Bill and George, but I..."
"That's Mister President."
"Right, Jimmy. Try and show a little respect for the
office."
"Okay, Mister Presidents. I was just thinking that maybe I
could give you a little hand with the relief efforts."
"Not a chance, Jimmy. This is a job for the Ex-President's
club."
"But I am an ex-president!"
"Well, yeah, I believe you are, Jimmy. Before Ford, right?
A long, long time ago."
"I was after Ford!"
"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Get a hold of yourself. What George
is trying to say is that you may be an ex-president, but you're not a member
of the Ex-President's club. Big difference. So unfortunately, we are going
to have to refuse your kind offer."
"Oh, man..."
"Now scoot, Jimmy. We've got important things to talk
about."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why I can't be a
member of the Ex-President's Club."
"Jack..." |