This may not be what you would call thought-provoking analysis, but I’m in the mood for some humor, and I can’t seem to get enough of the Kennedys. And Bobby Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson, eternal rivals.
Read on if you can stand to read any more of my ridiculous captions. And see my first set of pictures and captions here.
Bobby: “There’s sun in my eyes!”
Pat: “Why did I have to sit way down here? The sun’s awful!”
Jack: "Please don’t mess up my hair, Jean. This is why I’m never holding you for a picture again."
Rosemary: “Why does Jean have to be blocking me?”
Joe Jr.: “Kick, I don’t want you walking around like this. Every man in London will be staring.”
Kick: “Do you think that’s a bad thing, Joe?”
Jack: “Come on, there’s a camera. Quit talking, look sharp.”
Ted: “Look at this. Why is it always Bobby up there?”
Pat: “Bobby’s knees are grand, everyone. Bobby has the finest knees in town. And the hairiest.”
Bobby: “Pat, you know my knees are beautiful. They’re sculpted works of art.”
Joe Gargan (far right): “This is why I don’t usually come over for Christmas.”
Kick: “Jack, what are you doing?”
Jack: “There’s a thread on the back of your chair, I'm trying to get it . . . almost . . .”
Rosemary: “This umbrella isn’t doing anything, Eunice. Why do we have to hold it? I’m freezing.”
Eunice: “I don't know why. Just keep smiling.”
Jack: “Okay, so I’ll put another one on my shoulders. But I’ve learned to pin this one's arms down so he doesn’t mess with my hair.”
Jack: “Uh-huh, uh-huh. I hear you.” But I’m not listening.
Lyndon: “I really think you should listen to me. I’m older, and I’m the one with a drink in my hand.”
Bobby: “You make one wrong move and I’m taking you down, Lyndon.”
Bobby: “I’m finally above you, Lyndon . . .”