"Ben? How y'all doin'? This is George Bush. Wanna visit to mah ranch?"
"Well ... yes. Send Air Force One. I'll be waiting."
A week later:
"How was the ribs, Ben?"
"Good, George. Now, how about getting all the Yanks out of the lands of Islam, plundering its riches, dictating to its rulers, humiliating its people ...?"
"That's thet thar Fat Wa, right? Anyway, Ah'll do it."

And they lived happily ever after.