[HENRY is sitting home alone, watching football on TV. There is a knock at the door. He opens it up to find Italian Prime Minister SILVIO BERLUSCONI. The audience applauds.]
SILVIO: What is that on the television?
SILVIO: It is a game for thugs. It has none of the beauty of soccer. And why are those men all so tan when they’re playing inside? (He turns to the camera) Am I right? Mamma mia!
HENRY: The game is just starting.
SILVO: Why is that man with the striped shirt flipping a coin? You leave your games to luck?
HENRY: No. It’s to see who gets the ball first.
SILVIO: And why is he putting the coin in his pocket? Is he a Jew? (He turns to the camera) Am I right? Mamma mia!
[The phone rings. HENRY answers.]
SILVIO: Is it for me? Is it a young prostitute? Tell her “You’re welcome.”
HENRY: No, it’s my girlfriend. She’s coming over in a little while.
SILVIO: You don’t sound happy. Is it you are a homosexual? (He turns to the camera) Am I right? Mamma mia!
HENRY: No, it’s because she had a talk with her father about me.
HENRY: He and I don’t see eye to eye.
SILVIO: Is he like Hitler?
HENRY: Not exactly.
SILVIO: Too bad. I was starting to like the guy. (He turns to the camera) Am I right? Mamma mia!
[HENRY’s girlfriend LUCY comes in. She is an attractive blonde.]
LUCY: Hi, Henry.
SILVIO: Buona sera, signora.
LUCY: Have we met?
SILVIO: I don’t know. What do you charge?
HENRY: Silvio, please. I don’t pay to go to bed with her.
SILVIO: No? You get it for free? That Jewish referee would be so proud. (He turns to the camera) Am I right? Mamma mia!