“Please tell me that Adolf Hitler is not making coffee.”
The Chief shook his head. “No, no. That’s Ernie. He’s here to make anyone who sees this seem crazy. He dresses like Hitler, and anyone who comes out telling the world that there’s a flying saucer and Hitler making coffee—well, who’s going to believe that?”
“Not only does it make me sweat, that fucking bitch-monster wife of mine is down there at Mount Vernon. I want as far away as possible.”
“Yes, we did indeed inflict a defeat on the Hessians. But you were looking for whores.”
George waved away the objection. “We don’t judge history by intentions, Alexander. We judge by results.”