 The hiring strategies at the White House are so high these days it's ridiculous. In fact, their standards are doubled. Sorry sir, doing my best. Who made that man a gunner? I did sir. He's my cousin. Even their hostage negotiation strategies have twice the standards. The celebration of Oscar. Oscar night. And I want it to be Oscar specific. No, no, I mean, not, not because you're gay. Like the current administration has a message for all American citizens held hostage by hostile foreign countries. Don't get your hopes up unless you meet our twice high standards. The fact is, if you ain't gay, you're gonna stay. Your gayness does not define you. I mean, honestly, like if the United States had any leverage on the world stage these days, the WNBA could have negotiated their own problem without the help of the government at all. Your Mexican-ness is what defines you to me. And I think we should celebrate Oscar's Mexicanity. So, Phyllis, I want you to go find firecrackers. Oh, she had some personal hash oil on her. I see where this is going. How much money do you want? Seems more or less how this would normally go. And a chihuahua. I mean, the fact that we traded an evil Russian agent whose actions actually inspired movie scripts for somebody who had some personal hash oil on them seems to show very weak negotiation skills. I'll trade you a bad poem. I mean, the fact that the government needed to be involved at all seems to exude extreme weakness. But what do I know? I am glad she's home. Why don't you have me riding in on a donkey into the office while I'm happy? A burro. Of course. If Oscar wants a donkey, let's get him one.