~ The same as yours, Mister President.
~ Well, we’ve taken care of him. Perhaps some champagne.
~ From California.
~ Of course.
~ And something a little stronger, a little later?
~ I’ll let you choose, Mr. President, at my first formal dinner at The White House.
~ Hardly your first, Hillary.
~ No. But this time “Hail To The Chief” will be for me.
~ True. But Bill and I might hum along.
~ Boys will be boys.
~ And girls will be president.
~ What is precedence, Mr. President. Do I invite the loser?
~ Not such a sore loser. I think it unwise.
~ You don’t think The Donald will behave himself?
~ That’s one thing you will need for the office, Hillary.
~ That great sense of humor.
~ You can’t imagine him with his mouth shut?
~ OK – I see what you mean by a sense of humor.
~ It always helps to smile when you’re fixing the problems.
~ I’m going to have a lot to smile about.
~ You can handle it, Madam President.
~ Thank you, Mr.President.
~ Trust me. I know what I’m talking about.