Bush, Condoleeza e Hu... who?

Gente...essa piada é muito velha, mas sempre vale reler, ainda mais acompanhado com aúdio...fica mais hilária ainda!!! As vozes são perfeitas....hahahaha. Um clássico!

Áudio

(Fanfare. Beep.)

Secretary: Mr. President, Condoleeza Rice is here to see you.
George B.: Good, send her in.
Secretary: Yessir.

(Hangs up. Condi enters.)

Condoleeza: Good morning, Mr. President.
George B.: Oh Condoleeza, nice to see you. What's happening?
Condoleeza R.: Well, Mr. President, I have the report here about the new leader in China.
George B.: Great, Condi. Lay it on me.
Condoleeza R.: Mr. President, Hu is the new leader of China.
George B.: Well, that's what I want to know.
Condoleeza R.: But that's what I'm telling you, Mr. President.
George B.: Well, that's what I'm asking you, Condie. Who is the new leader of China?
Condoleeza R.: Yes.
George B.: I mean the fellow's name.
Condoleeza R.: Hu.
George B.: The guy in China.
Condoleeza R.: Hu.
George B.: The new leader of China.
Condoleeza R.: Hu.
George B.: The Chinaman!
Condoleeza R.: Hu is leading China, Mr. President.
George B.: Whaddya' asking me for?
Condoleeza R.: I'm telling you Hu is leading China.
George B.: Well, I'm asking you, Condie. Who is leading China?
Condoleeza R.: That's the man's name.
George B.: That's who's name?
Condoleeza R.: Yes.

(Pause.)

George B.: Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.
George B.: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East.
Condoleeza R.: That's correct.
George B.: Then who is in China?
Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.
George B.: Yassir is in China?
Condoleeza R.: No, sir.
George B.: Then who is?
Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.
George B.: Yassir?
Condoleeza R.: No, sir.

(Pause. Crumples paper.)

George B.: Condi, you're starting to piss me off now, and it's not 'cause you're black neither. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. So why don't you get me the Secretary General of the United Nations on the phone.
Condoleeza R.: Kofi Annan?
George B.: No, thanks. And Condi, call me George. Stop with that ebonics crap.
Condoleeza R.: You want Kofi?
George B.: No.
Condoleeza R.: You don't want Kofi.
George B.: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.
George B.: Not Yassir! The guy at the United Nations.
Condoleeza R.: Kofi?
George B.: Milk! Will you please make that call?
Condoleeza R.: And call who?
George B.: Well, who is the guy at the U.N?
Condoleeza R.: No, Hu is the guy in China.
George B.: Will you stay out of China?!
Condoleeza R.: Yes, sir.
George B.: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condoleeza R.: Kofi.
George B.: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.

(Condi picks up the phone.)

Condoleeza R.: Hello. Rice, here.
George B.: Rice? Good idea. And get a couple of egg rolls, too, Condi. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get chinese food in the Middle East? I don't know.

(Door slam. Fanfare.)

Bom fim de semana.

Bjs e inté!