My ex-girlfriend and I are outside Burger King in Princess Street, Edinburgh, during some kind of political event. Barack Obama walks past and decides to talk to us. She is somewhat bumbly and flustered and the exchange peters out quite quickly. Then he turns to me, being his genial and affable self.
Me: Its okay you don't have to pretend to be yourself
Barry: People aren't ready for the real me
Me: (in Jack Nicholson voice) "You can't handle the truth"