“This is the short film that I would like to see. Bill Clinton walks into an all white room and sits at a white folding table on a white folding chair. He is wearing blue, dark blue slacks and a lighter blue shirt. All that blue and all of that white really makes his eyes pop. A nondescript, not worth describing, woman walks in and places a banana cream pie in front of him, then leaves. This pie is in a tin foil pie plate, and not dressed in a classier ceramic dish. Bill looks at that pie and tries to resist it. You see the resolve on his face. Then you notice him take in the aroma of the pie. He wipes the corner of his mouth, a bit of drool threatening to escape. He eyes the pie, folding, then unfolding his hands. Then, unable to resist, he digs in. With his hands. He puts his face in it. He eats it until he is full and happy. Mirth mixes with regret in his eyes. Fade to black.”