Man, Dork ass poses aside, Dan Quayle looks like a Mensa candidate these days. 

George Bush to Europe:  Blow me  [or something like that...]

I met Quayle in 1999.  Short.  Quiet.  Couldn't stand to be whoring cheesy investments in anal lubricant manufacturers.  Or something.  Possibly pissed that I called him Mr. Dickly instead of Mr.Vice President or curtsy or genuflect.  Or let him "get up under center" or something.