Clerk: Would you like some coffee sir?
Kerry: When I was in Viet Nam, we didn't get coffee. We had to kill the Viet Cong and take theirs, and most of the time it was cold because in Viet Nam, they didn't drink it hot. When I got back to the States, and this may or may not have been during Christmas, I dropped a cup of java on my lap and it was seared - seared I tell you - into my thighs. I don't want any of that, and I believe this is correct, foam. Now Bush wants to give tax breaks to rich coffee drinkers while forcing the poor to drink stale Sanka so he and his Folgers Buddies can get rich. Oh yeah, and lots of that foamy stuff.