PENCE: Mr. President, your newly approved Energy Secretary Rick Perry is outside.
TRUMP: Ok. Let’s do this.
PENCE: If you need me sir I’ll be outside. Silently weeping.
PERRY: How-DEE Mr. President!
TRUMP: Ricky! The Rickster! R Perry! Rickarino! Rick Perry. Got a name like an 80s pop star.
PERRY: So I dun been told, mu-cha-cho!
TRUMP: You. No French in here. Subject. Back to it. Congrats to you on the whole Energy…Secretary…thing.
PERRY: Thank ye sir!
TRUMP: One question.
PERRY: As the NRA pays me to say, shoot.
TRUMP: What’s an energy secretary?
PERRY:
TRUMP:
PERRY:
TRUMP: Is that like an excited broad who makes me coffee?
PERRY:
TRUMP:
PERRY: I reckon’ I dunno.
TRUMP: Good thing I do.
PERRY: Well alrighty then!
TRUMP:
PERRY:
TRUMP:
PERRY:
TRUMP: Go get Pence.
