". . ."
"Bibi, you're not more sorry than I am. We're both sorry."
At this point the ghost of Stanley Kubrick enters the room and hands The President a toasted bagel with lox and cream cheese. A sultry chantuese begins to sing:
We'll meet again,
don't know where,
don't know when.
But I know we'll meet again
some sunny day.
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