Mittsy: Oh, Barackie, can I sit in the Chair?
President Obama: Please don't call me Barackie. Only Michelle can call me Barackie. And NO, you cannot sit it the Chair.
Mittsy: Oh, come on, Barack, no one will know. We're behind closed doors. It's been my dream. That's the only reason I accepted your invitation. Please, please, pretty please.
President Obama: Look, Mitt. I won, and the Chair is mine and I can't let you sit in it. But if you must, I'll just stand over here and give you a minute or two to TALK TO IT. You and Clint can compare notes.
Mittsy: Oh, Barack, you are cruel. Are you sure that the turkey chili we're having for lunch isn't made with crow?