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Secretary: Mr. President, Condoleeza Rice is here to see you.
George B.: Good, send her in.

Secretary: Yessir.

(Hangs up. Condi enters.)

Condoleeza R.: Good morning, Mr. President.

George B.: Oh Condoleeza, nice to see you. What's happening?

Condoleeza R.: Well, Mr. President, I have the report here about the new leader in China.

George B.: Great, Condi. Lay it on me.

Condoleeza R.: Mr. President, Hu is the new leader of China.

George B.: Well, that's what I want to know.

Condoleeza R.: But that's what I'm telling you, Mr. President.

George B.: Well, that's what I'm asking you, Condie. Who is the new leader of China?

Condoleeza R.: Yes.

George B.: I mean the fellow's name.

Condoleeza R.: Hu.

George B.: The guy in China.

Condoleeza R.: Hu.

George B.: The new leader of China.

Condoleeza R.: Hu.

George B.: The Chinaman!

Condoleeza R.: Hu is leading China, Mr. President.

George B.: Whaddya' asking me for?

Condoleeza R.: I'm telling you Hu is leading China.

George B.: Well, I'm asking you, Condie. Who is leading China?

Condoleeza R.: That's the man's name.

George B.: That's who's name?

Condoleeza R.: Yes.

(Pause.)

George B.: Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?

Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.

George B.: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East.

Condoleeza R.: That's correct, sir.

George B.: Then who is in China?

Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.

George B.: Yassir is in China?

Condoleeza R.: No, sir.

George B.: Then who is?

Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.

George B.: Yassir?

Condoleeza R.: No, sir.

(Pause. Crumples paper.)

George B.: Condi, you're starting to piss me off now, and it's not 'cause you're black neither. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. So why don't you get me the Secretary General of the United Nations on the phone.

Condoleeza R.: Kofi Annan?

George B.: No, thanks. And Condi, call me George. Stop with that ebonics crap.

Condoleeza R.: You want Kofi?

George B.: No.

Condoleeza R.: You don't want Kofi.

George B.: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.

Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.

George B.: Not Yassir! The guy at the United Nations.

Condoleeza R.: Kofi?

George B.: Milk! Will you please make that call?

Condoleeza R.: And call who?

George B.: Well, who is the guy at the U.N?

Condoleeza R.: No, Hu is the guy in China.

George B.: Will you stay out of China?!

Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.

George B.: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.

Condoleeza R.: Kofi.

George B.:All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.

(Condi picks up the phone.)

Condoleeza R.: Hello. Rice, here.

George B.: Rice? Good idea. And get a couple of egg rolls, too, Condi. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East.

(Condi hangs up violently.)

George B.:Can you get chinese food in the Middle East?

(Condi opens the door.)

George B.: I don't know.

(Condi slams the door. Fanfare.)

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