Thanks for coming over at such late notice, Justin. I hope I didn't inconvenience you. Not at all, Mr President.
I just had to cancel some meetings, miss my daughter's birthday, and redirect my plane from delivering much needed aid to Ukraine. It was no trouble at all. I have a plane too.
Trump Force One. Queen size bed and a full bath. Let me tell you.
What are you flying these days? Air Canada Rouge. Preferred seat.
Exit row. Well, I hope you brought your appetite, because the chef here is incredible. He really is.
Ah, yes! American southern fried chicken. The working person's-- No.
That's mine. Yours is à la carte, they call it. Which is French for Skip the Dishes, they tell me.
Mr President, I was hoping we could discuss the tariffs, which you have threatened-- or, I mean, suggested. Not yet, because In America, we say grace. We really do.
Dear God. Incredible God. The best they say, but not that great.
Quite frankly, a lot of other Gods are doing great things I hear. So we're talking to them right now. And they are very interested.
The Buddhists, and the Scientologists, and the Swifties, I'm told. But thank you for the food, which I totally got myself. Amen.
And a woman. Mr President, I must admit, I was worried that you were going to try to humiliate me. I would never embarrass you, Justin.
Are you kidding me? Thank you, Donald. Now I want to see you eat it.
Excuse me? The hamburger? The Big Mac.
The president of all burgers. I'm going to make you eat it like a dog with no hands. Mr President, I have self-respect.
Not so much, to be honest. I mean, I called and he came like a dog, didn't he? He really did.
Mon amis, I come to you not on bended knee, but as an equal. 30% tariff! My father taught me-- 50% tariff!
We Canadians are a hearty lot-- 60% tariff! For Canada! !
! ! I'm a hungry little puppy.
I'm so hungry for my puppy chow. Alright, that's enough, Justin. I won't impose a tariff.
I can’t, I’m not even the president yet, am I? What a loser. Now let's DJ.
