("Hail to the Chief")
- Now, after you're
done with me,
you can actually
do Luther, as well.
He's my anger translator.
Nothin' too major.
You can just gimme
a light dusting.
- Come on, damn girl.
Don't make me looks
like a caked up clown!
Shit!
- No, that's alright.
No, no.
- You dropped, are
you kidding me?!
You gonna ruin these pants!
They cost more than
your shitty-ass home!
- Good.
Think you missed a spot.
- Oh, what, I gotta do my
own damned makeup now?!
I gotta ruin the
whole fuckin' world
and do my own makeup?!
- Thank you.
- Oh, just me me look
beautiful, I'm yours.
Don't mind the President, baby.
You're doing a great job.
