What do Condoleeza Rice and Barack Obama Say to One Another When They Pass in the Hall?

Two figures spot one another from opposite ends of a dimly lit federal hallway. Each entertains ducking into a nearby office, but resists. They move closer, making just enough eye contact to be polite. Ms. Rice leafs intensely through the file folders she carries. Senator Obama struts toward her, sashays even, while adjusting his Hartmarx tie. Before the inner monologues can really develop ("I get so tired of dealing with these..."), they have reached a distance at which speaking becomes necessary.

B: Condy.

C: Barry.

B: You're well, I assume?

C: Indeed. And yourself?

B: I'm well, thank you.

C: And Michelle?

B: Oh, she's fine. She enjoyed meeting you the other day, we should do that again sometime.

C. Yes, sometime. Well, give her my best.

B: Of course. Have a good day.

C: You too, Barry.

B and C: (simultaneously under their breath as the walk away) #&$%@!