[music ends]

You know, I had political ambitions, but my mom said I wasn't likable.

- Your mom sounds like a great lady. - The best.

What the hell are you wearing?

It was all they had for me. It was Taft's.

William Howard Taft, first 300-pound president.

There's a half-eaten Baby Ruth in the pocket.

Well, chew it slowly. That's history.

[door closes]

- It's good to see you Kellogg's boys. - I... Never mind.

Have you fellas ever considered calling a cereal Jackie O's?

Just a pitch, but I think she'd get a kick out of it.

Thank you, sir. We'll certainly take a good hard look at that.

Yeah, I'm kind of in the doghouse since you-know-who sang "Happy Birthday" to me.

Anyway, we have been informed

that those hacks over at Post are now working with the goddamn Ruskies.

Well, why would they do that?

Well, obviously because you nitwits cut off their sugar supply.

Now Khrushchev is trying to help them get it through Communist Cuba.

Whole damn island is sugarcane.