[in a cabin in the mountains, Jim wakes up and bangs his head on the table he was sleeping under]
Alex Rieger: Jim, are you alright?
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yeah...uh ... who are you?
Alex Rieger: I'm Alex. We're friends, we work together.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: What? are we, lumberjacks?
Alex Rieger: No, we're cabdrivers.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I bet we don't do much business up here!
Isn't it amazing how, out of 100 photos, they'll always go with the one fluke that makes the Prez look like he's getting an unseen electrical shock? Anyway, it's good to hear he's [amazingly] fit. I'm [amazingly] not, so I took it easy today.