william from texas

The ‘royal couples’ stand on the balcony of the Oval Office:

Barack: (to Sarkozy) Hey Nick, come over here, I wanna show you some interesting photos from the Clinton years…
(they walk inside to the President’s desk)
Michelle Obama: (to Carla) You two are always so charming at those state dinners, I couldn’t wait to finally meet the both of you in private like this.
Carla nods and smiles, and begins to look through her purse for a cigarette.
Michelle: I’m always so envious of the fashion labels you wear!
Carla: (pauses, looks pale) Well, yeah.. thanks.
Michelle: (excitedly inspects at Carla’s dress) Isn’t that a Valentino! Who does your wardrobe??
Carla: (nervously) Well… (she finds a cigarette and puts it to her lips)
Michelle: Come on! (She winks at Carla and leans close to speak.) Powerful women should not have secrets between them!
Carla finds her lighter and holds it, slightly shaking, with both hands.
Michelle: (touching the fabric of Carla’s dress) Really, Carla, you must tell me. I would never forgive you for withholding from me..
Carla: You want to know? (tries to light the cigarette, but drops the lighter) Oh god.. (they both reach to the ground) You really want to know? (they squat. Michelle lights the cigarette) Him. (she nods towards Sarkozy.)
Michelle: Uhm… pardon?
Carla: Ya, him (looks down, slightly ashamed, inhales from the cigarette)
Michelle: (standing up and looking at the presidents.) But I don’t understand, he’s the preseident, why on earth would he do your wardrobe— (security walk by, Carla clutches Michelle and looks pleadingly. Michelle lowers her voice).
Sarkozy is standing and laughing, hands in pockets, beside Obama’s desk. His pants lift slightly. Michelle notices that Sarkozy’s baby-blue socks with white lace flowers are identical to Carla’s.
Michelle: Oh, I see..
Carla: (quietly) Yes, it’s true. Who knew? (she smokes) The president of France… wears women’s underpants.