Here they come! Chief Justice Fossile, in a portentous white wig, is walking ponderously at the head of the procession. Five of the six Senators who follow him are large, grave gentlemen whose cutaway coats press in their swollen stomachs. Beside them Senator Fish seems frail and ineffectual.
The delegation comes to a halt before Jerry, who regards it defiantly, but with some uneasiness.
Judge Fossile. To the President of the United States—greetings.
Jerry [nervously]. Greetings yourself.
Mr. Jones has provided chairs, and the Senators seat themselves in a row, with Judge Fossile in front. Fish looks miserably at Doris. The Honorable Snooks lurks in the shadow of the Special Tree.
Judge Fossile. Mr. President, on the motion of the gentleman from Idaho— [He points to Fish, who tries unsuccessfully to shrink out of sight.] we have come to analyze you, with a view to impeachment.
Jerry [sarcastically]. Oh, is that so? [He looks for encouragement at Charlotte. Charlotte grunts.]
Judge Fossile. I believe that is the case, Senator Fish?
Fish [nervously]. Yes, but personally I like him.
Charlotte. Oh, you do, do you? [She nudges Jerry.] Speak right up to them like that.