Jarvis: Top o’ the morning to you, Jack!
Jack: Back at you, buddy! Gee, it sure feels good to be alive, doesn’t it?
Jarvis: It does, indeed. I tell you, Jack; I’ve been riding shotgun up here for quite a while, and it strikes me that these may turn out to be the best years of our lives.
Jack: How so?
Jarvis: Haven’t you noticed the spring in the boss’s step, lately? The way he’s always whistling? And there seems to be a …I dunno…a new sense of self-confidence, of poise. I’ll give you an example: he hasn’t spilled soup on himself for over a week.
Jack: Yeah, come to think of it, he does seem unusually happy. The guys all feel it, too. Everybody’s roots are strong and tight; why, nobody’s worked loose since poor Jonah came out after the debate with Palin and Joe found him on the shower floor, lying there like a drowned squirrel.
Jarvis: Exactly! And you know why?
Jarvis: Because the boss is no longer the biggest dumbass in Washington!
Jack: S-a-y, I believe you’ve got something there.
Jarvis: You bet I do! I mean – c’mon! – Geithner, Dodd, even the Preshizzle, himself. Did you see him on Leno last night?
Jack: Oh, man! Talk about a gaffe! And coming right on top of that cheap junk that he gave to the British prime minister.
Jarvis: And Geithner! How clueless can you get? If the guy were a dog, he wouldn’t be able to find his own food dish.
Jack: Don’t forget Hillary and that stupid reset button.
Jarvis: Very true, very true.
Jack: Hey…do you feel rain drops?
Jarvis: Yeah, I do. Crap! Joe left his umbrella on the train, again.
Jack: Yeah, well…but he’s not the biggest dumbass in town anymore.
Jarvis: No, no; not the biggest. I mean, he’s still, you know, up there…
Jack: Oh, yeah, there’s no denying that. But he’s no longer the biggest dumbass. That’s the important thing.