Saddam was visited in his cell by his old tailor who was commissioned by the Occupation Authority to get Saddam's wardrobe in shape for his upcoming trial. This is what was said:

Tailor: Mr President, I need to fit you for a new suit for your trial.

Saddam: Very good, lackey. I need to look my best before my loving public, the People of Iraq.

Tailor: Mr President, I have here that bolt of very rare and expensive silk suit fabric that I was showing you just before the invasion.

Saddam: Yes, lackey, I remember. But did not you say that this bolt of cloth was too small to make anything more than a suit coat?

Tailor: Yes, Mr President, I did say so at the time. But now I am certain that I can make a suit complete with coat, vest and two pairs of pants from this very bolt of cloth.

Saddam: But how is that possible? The bolt of cloth is too small? You told me that yourself.

Tailor: Mr President, times have changed. You are not such a big man any more.