Shakespearian Booty Call

George Bush: [chewing on the end of his pencil, sitting at his desk.]
Britney Spears: [enters]
George: The conflict in this office grows... [looks up]
Brit: Perchance I could assuage it?
George: Nay, gentle maid. The trouble lies within my breast and within the Middle Eastern lands...
Brit: I knowst not of the Middle Eastern lands, but I could ease the pain within your breast. I see necessity in possessing your adoration, for you are so poisonous...
George: Wherefore art thou speaking in strange tongues?
Brit: [sits on his desk] Pardon me! I have done it again. I had a game with your heart...
George: What is the meaning of this?! Be gone, foul wench!
Brit: But they said I was one of great luck, a star...
George: You are nought but a common harlot! Be gone, again!
Brit: All men in the land would like a piece of me!
George: I bite my thumb at thee!
Brit: Do you bite your thumb at me, sir? Give me more, then! Give me, give me more!
George: What ails you, brazen one? Be gone, for the final time! [picks up the phone and calls security]
Brit: You push me to madness, your grace... [is dragged from the room]
George: Again, the guard has saved me and the fine people of God's good nation from a fate worse than nucular tourism.