Alerting the POTUS that aliens are about to invade Earth is a thirsty job. He just can't get up, go to the fridge and get a cold one whenever he wants. He needs to be on call 24/7. Thank goodness his wife is there. She's the real hero.
"Man, watching my wife decide on what color to paint the baby's room sure is tiring. Thank God I have this beer. And these red socks. If I didn't have this beer ”” or these red socks ”” I would really be stressed out. I love you, red socks."
"Cause if you don't drink then how am I going to look impressive to you? I don't have any sort of personality to speak of. My hair isn't that great. Seriously, if you could just drink this beer so I wouldn't have to put in any real work to get you to like me, you'd be doing me a huge favor."