Which Way is the War ??

Colin: I think you mean glasnost and perestroika and the Commies, not the Pommies. The Pommies are friends of ours. In fact, Israel apart, they're just about the only friends we have. Speaking of which, Tony is here to see you.

George W: Well, let him in. But get this stupid pooch outta here first, will ya? He's jumpin'; all over an' slobberin' over me an' gettin' his hairs on my nice new suit.

Colin: Er, Mr President, that's not a pooch' tha's Tony.

George W: Tony? Gee, boy, I didn't recognise you with that stars-and-stripes collar and leash you got on. And how didya change from bein' the bulldog breed to bein' lapdog an' poodle? Facial surgery? Or was it a bit lower down? Anyway, am I glad to see you. Here, here's a nice bonie for you.

Tony: Woof! Thank you, Master. Shall I roll over to have my tum tickled now?