The Pope is on tour of America, in the middle of his 3 day bash in New York.

On the second day, he is driving back to his motel after a heavy days bible bashing. It suddenly occurs to him that he is a little peckish and so he decides to go for something to eat. Out of the corner of his eye he notices 'Mel's Diner' and immediately pulls over. He hops out, kisses the ground a couple of times and then goes in and sits down.
A sleazy waitress wanders over, notices who he is and then straightens herself up.
"Yes your Holiness, what would you like?"
The Pope thought for a while.
"Well daughter, I have this terrible craving for a nice steak."
"Sure Mac, er I mean of course your Holiness. Would you like it well done, medium or rare?"
"Oh. I think I'd like a very rare one please."
The waitress raised her arm.
"One bloody steak, Mel!" she shouted.
The Pope was horrified.
"Oh no my daughter, you mustn't swear. There is no call for it!"
"But you don't understand, father, bloody describes how you will get the steak. Very rare."
The Pope smiled.
"I understand. How stupid of me."
A little later, the Pope's steak arrived and he got stuck in. It was gorgeous and he went to bed that night feeling satiated.

The next day, the Pope had had an even bigger God-squadding session and was helped by 31 of his cardinals. Afterwards, he called his cardinals together.
"Right Lads, as you've done a really good job today, I'll treat you to a slap-up meal at this place I know. You'll like it I'm sure".
So the Pope took his cardinals to Mel's Diner and sat down. He called to the waitress.
"Can I have 32 bloody steaks please!"
Immediately one of the cardinals slapped his thigh...
"Hey yeah! And plenty of fucking fries okay ?"