Andromeda

Our nation owes a debt of gratitude to Lynne Cheney, who has exercised such a moderating influence on Dick Cheney, not on policy matters of course, but on fashion. We all remember well the time she persuaded him not to wear his "surfer dude" outfit to the 9-11 Commemoration. But, sad to say, she is not perfect:

Dick: I'm going to wear my new parka!

Lynne: No, you're not. You're going to Auschwitz -- you will wear a suit and tie with your nice topcoat.

Dick: But Maw-aw-aw-awm!

Lynne: Don't you "but mom" me, mister. No more discussion!

Dick: Why get somethin' for Christmas if I can't ever wear it an' I always have to wear that stupid topcoat?

Lynne: What did I just say?

Dick (mumbling): No more discussion.

Lynne: And what does that mean?

Dick: No more discussion. (whispers) I'll discuss what I want, I'm the vice president, and that parka if you put the hood up, you're in a fur-rimmed tunnel and I --

Lynne: What was that?

Dick: Nothing. (whispers) Stupid topcoat.

Later:

Lynne: Get down here, you have to leave for Andrews!

Dick comes downstairs carrying a Juicy-Juice. He pretends to stumble, squirts Juicy-Juice all over his top coat.

Dick: Oh, no! It's ruined! What are we gonna do?