10. Can you ask the boss: If Venezuela becomes a state, can I be appointed governor?
9. Your honor, before you remand me to detention, might I remind you of the MTA’s critical shortage of bus drivers?
8. Wow, these American copters are a lot more luxurious than our Russian ones. Padded seats, even.
7. How did you girls get past my crack Cuban henchmen?
6. From up here, flying over Brooklyn, I don’t see any electricity blackouts At all.
5. Admit it, my jumpsuit reminds you of your astronauts,right?
4. No, Mr. Maduro. In this place, there is no “massage and spa hour.” Not even for Mrs. Maduro.
3. Your honor, in this Metropolitan Detention Center of yours, can you be sure to assign me to Diddy’s floor…. And not to Luigi’s?
2. Sorry Mrs. Maduro. We have no vacancies for a job title called “Concierge.”
—-and the NUMBER ONE LINE OVERHEARD DURING the “TRANSFER” of COMANDANTE NICOLAS MADURO to NEW YORK CITY is:
1. I’m not a real commie…. Though I do love the uniforms. Now, your new mayor here…. There’s a real commie!
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