Dick Cheney and George W were having breakfast at the White House.
The young waitress asked Cheney what he would like.
“I’ll have eggs easy-over, Canadian bacon and hash browns.”
The waitress turned to Dubya. “And what can I get for you, Mr President?”
George W smiled and stabbed at the menu with his finger: “How about a quickie?”
“Why, Mr President!” the shocked waitress exclaimed, “How could you ask a thing like that! You’re no better than Mr Clinton, and I reject your request in the strongest possible terms!”
“What’s wrong with her?” asked a puzzled George as the waitress stormed off.
“George,” Cheney said quietly, leaning over and touching the president’s arm. “It’s pronounced quiche.”
