We take you now to the Palace of Versailles where French President Monsieur Nose Hair is dining with American President George W. Bush.
George: What’s this stuff?
Nose Hair: It ees zee escargot.
George: Right. But what is it?
Nose Hair: It ees gewd for you, yes?
George: Yeah, right. But what the hell is it?
Nose Hair: The sauce, it ees gewd, yes?
George: Oh for God’s sake, answer the question!
Nose Hair: Teepical Amereecan cowboy. Always shot from zee hip, yes? Jean Wayne bang bang!
George: All I’m asking is what are you giving me to eat. It’s not like I’m asking you to send troops to Iraq.
Nose Hair: Zee French troops cannot go to Eeeraq.
George: Yes Mr. President, you’ve told me that a hundred times. I still want to know what it is that’s on my plate.
Nose Hair: We will refer zee question to the United Nations, tres bon, non?
George: Look…I’m not trying to build an international consensus here, all I want is a little information. Could you please tell me what this escargot is made of?
Nose Hair: Zee finest snails in all of Francais.
George: Did you say snails?
Nose Hair: Mais oui, mon ami.
George: And you expect me to eat this?
Nose Hair: Naturellement, mon frere. We expect all zee Amereecans to eat shit, no?