CONLEY: So the contest starts, and the governor is off. The whole of the New Hampshire state media, which is to say about three cameras, is parked two feet in front of the governor's august face, recording the inspiring culinary scene for posterity. The governor has picked up his fork and is pounding away. He's eating and eating and eating... he just can't get enough of that pie... He loves America...
GRAYBURN: I do love America. That's nothing to be ashamed of.
ADMUNSON: Where did you see all of this?
CONLEY: It was on Comedy Central. They showed it about 12 times last night. They used a telestrator and everything; it was priceless. I've gotta hand it to those guys, they're pretty good sometimes.
GRAYBURN: They're a dangerous bunch of left-wing radicals! You yourself made a call to try to get them off the air!
CONLEY: Regardless. So it's about a minute into the contest and the governor is still pounding away. There's pie literally spilling out of his mouth, but he's trying his darndest. The cameras are pulling closer and closer, and then suddenly...
GRAYBURN: Don, enough...
CONLEY: Suddenly he whips his head to the left. Pie flies out of his mouth all over the cameras. You could see it on the TV, there are pieces of pie on the lens. And then -- again, you had to see it on TV. The camera pans over to see what it was that caught the governor's attention. Guess what it was? Some little coed in a halter top. Nips the size of tater tots. Steven here spun around so hard to look at her, he got whiplash. (roars laughing)
GRAYBURN: That's a lie. I just thought I saw something...
CONLEY: He got hit by a piece of pussy, that's what happened.
(The AIR FORCE OFFICER chuckles)
ADMUNSON: (squirming) Really, Don!
GRAYBURN: Don, that is totally out of line. Try to control yourself.
CONLEY: Yeah, you're right. If I'm not careful, I might end up in a neck brace on national television.
GRAYBURN: Mr. Vice President, I ask that you try to compose yourself. Remember where you are.
CONLEY: (to ADMUNSON) You should have seen the tape. He looked like a fucking barn owl! (imitates owl turning head)
GRAYBURN: (getting up from seat) Darnit, Don -- ow!
CONLEY: Okay, okay.
(silence. ADMUNSON has been sitting with her legs crossed. Now she shifts them and crosses her legs the other way. Both men shoot each other glances and chuckle.)
GRAYBURN: And how was your weekend, Lillian?
ADMUNSON: (in male voice) Fine.
CONLEY: Get that lesion removed?
ADMUNSON: (looking down at her lap, annoyed) Yes, thank you.
(there is a long silence. CONLEY persistently stares at GRAYBURN's neck brace).
CONLEY: (owl-like) Hoo, hoo!
GRAYBURN: (leaping up, then shrieking in pain) Arrr -- -
(the door flies open. The PRESIDENT walks in, followed by an SS MAN).
SS MAN: This way, Mr. President.
MR. PRESIDENT: (to all) Man, is this place huge! I was in the bathroom, taking a leak, and I decided to see where that other door led. Turns out it goes all the way down this hallway into a room with a pool. You can swim in there, and everything. I didn't have anything to swim in, so I decided to go upstairs and get some shorts. But I got lost! I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in this crazy room full of wires and computer screens. Maps of places I'd never seen. There were all these people with headphones on in there. I was like, Jeez! What are they listening to? Then Rick here found me and told me y'all were waiting for me in here, so I came back. Phew! What'd I miss? Grayburn, are you all right?