~ Pardon me, Mr. President.
~ Sure, kid, I’ll pardon you. What have you done?
~ No, I don’t mean that. I mean, beg my pardon.
~ Polite boy. Delightful. Love that. What?
~ I’m not old enough to be in a bar.
~ That’s OK – I don’t even drink.
~ Then why …
~ Anyway – I can still pardon you, if you need it.
~ … are we …
~ It’s good to be the king.
~ Were you ever a Boy Scout, Mr. President?
~ Boy, Boy Scouts are great. They’re boys and they’re great.
~ But were you –
~ Boys make up Boy Scouts – all boys.
~ That’s why they’re called Boy Scouts, Mr. President.
~ Never too young to get those badges. Tie those knots.
~ We have to work to get –
~ I like tying people up in knots.
~ It takes us hours of –
~ I mean with words – tie them up. No real knots. Lot’s of words. Lots.
~ It takes many hours of work.
~ Though you can tie people up with rope. Many reasons.
~ Mr. President?
~ Yup, Scout boy. Nice uniform.
~ If I do get a drink, will you still pardon me?
~ One billion percent. I will. Maybe more. Trust me.
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