So the Pope lands in NYC in his private Vatican jet, and before he deplanes, they unload his armored Mercedes limo with the dark windows and his chauffeur, and the chauffeur warms up the limo on the runway, and waits for the Pope to get in. But the Pope doesn't get in. Instead he walks up to the drivers' side window, and when the chauffeur rolls it down, he tells the chauffeur to get inside, where the Pope usually sits, because the Pope wants to drive the limo.
The chauffeur is really upset, because he doesn't know if the Pope even knows how to drive, but an order is an order, so very reluctantly the chauffeur gets inside the back of the limo, and the Pope gets in, cranks the wheel around, and peels out of the airport and in no time at all he's flying down the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway in the limo, doing a hundred, having the time of his life. And as he goes past an underpass, a New York motorcycle cop named Danny, who happens to be Irish, pulls out behind him, sirens and lights on, chasing him.
It takes Danny a while to catch the Pope, who is driving like a crazy man, and when he finally does, he rides up next to the drivers' window with the siren going, and waves the Pope's limo over to the shoulder. The Pope rolls down the window- they look at each other, and the Pope doesn't say a word. Neither does Danny. Danny walks back to his police motorcycle and calls his sergeant.
"Sarge, this is Danny, I got a problem on the BQE"
"Yeah? What kind of problem?"
"I just stopped a celebrity, speeding in a limo. I don't know who it is, in the limo"
"Whaddya mean, you don't know who it is? Is it someone really big?"
"Yeah, kinda big, Sarge..."
"Well, who is it, and HOW big?"
Danny thinks a minute.
"Sarge- I don't know who's in the back of the limo... but, Sarge, I think Jesus Christ himself might be in the back of the limo....., I mean, who else would have the Pope as his chauffeur?"