Down and out in Baghdad

Uday: Hello? Hello? That you, Rumsfeld? This Uday again. I talk to my father, and we ready to set terms. Yes, I hold.

Saddam: [to basket] Qusay? You want Mama fix you falafel?

Basket: Unnngh. Nnnnf.

Uday: Papa, why you still dress like that? Why you call yourself "Mama"? Sure, it fool enemy while we escape, but that in April! This MAY.

Saddam: You jealous because I not afraid to challenge conventional notions of gender and sexuality.

Uday: This must be what it like to get high with Janet Reno. Why you wear stupid helmet?

Saddam: Drop ceiling on Saddam's head once, shame on you. Drop ceiling on Saddam’s head twice, shame on Saddam!

Uday: Uday hope that if anything happen to Papa, he have time to change him clothes before CNN get here.

Qusay: Mmrrmmff.

It's Little Tiny Lies.