Reply #6: "Damn it KARL, I AM the WAD! I'm Duck Wad and I don't care what the hell

[skip fox]

you say or think! . . . And another thing, I'm tired of having to leave the room at my own cabinet meeting after the photographers leave . . . And one more God damned thing, . . . (W.'s face relaxes and the camera pulls slightly back, so that the viewer can see he's been shouting into a mirror) . . . Wow! I'm ready now! (W. goes to his desk, picks up the phone phone and says): Betty. Patch me through to Karl, would ya . . . Okay, okay . . . Pretty please patch me into Karl . . . Yeah, I'll hold . . . (twenty minutes later) . . . Geez. (Screen goes blank. Soft sound of phone set down in cradle and smell of futility.)"