“Is this the button that causes your head to explode?”

Merkel: “OH HAI”
Putin: “Do… Not… Want…”

Ha! Made ya look!

“I’m not touching you. I’m not touching you. I’m not touching you.”

“Aaaa sweet! Your Radiation warning button is bright yellow!”

“I think a big bee pooped on you!”

Hillary: “Hmm, I’ll ask Bill how to get that stain out”

Hey, what does this button do?? teehee. (putin: NOOOOOOOOO…)

“You got a little cold war on you right here.”

NI!!!!!!

Chancellor Merckel, a bit addled by the Russian vodka she’d been served, mistook President Putin for a fondue.

1)Puttie. You need Head and Shoulders. Ja?

2)When Hillary flies over on her broom, open the umbrella.

3)If your wife finds my hair on you, it’ll start a war.

4)I must have the name of your tailor. My suit doesn’t fit as nicely as yours.

“Oooo look… Polonium 210…… psych.”

Hmmm, that looks like a blow-up valve.

Speak directly into the microphone.

“You kicked our heinies in WWII but za faderland ist united vonce more,so you’re going down you borscht grubbing son-of-a-bitch!”

“…Unt anuzer zing,learn how to get za food in your frueken mout,you baldheaded,kgb,hasbeen,basturd!”

“So,do you oppress around here often ?”

“Oh look,it’s a commie!”

The Chancellor wanted to softly caress her guest, but the long campaign had left her with a “permanent point”.

“Can’t you Ruskies get anything right ?! I told you I was wearing the black number today!”

“I told you to lay the points and take Germany in the final…Whoa! Wait a minute, you didn’t think I meant to…”

“I don’t care what that pussy said, I looked into your soul too and it scared the shiza outta me!”

The voice of Lisa Simpson meets her favorite crusher of the human spirit.

“Yeah, it was ‘only’ six million but per capita, we still slaughtered at a better pace than you candy-asses!”