Charlotte is the first to pick up her grip. As she turns to the Senators, the music sinks to pianissimo, so her words are distinctly audible.
Charlotte. If it’s any satisfaction to you, I’m going to be a different wife to him from now on. From now on I’m going to make his life perfectly miserable.
Charlotte goes out to a great burst of jazz. Dada, with some difficulty, locates his battered carpet-bag.
Dada. I find I missed the date by two thousand years. Eventually I will destroy myself.
Dada is gone now, hurried out between two porters, and Doris is next. With dignity she selects her small but arrogant hand-bag.
Doris. All I want to say is if Cecil B. Demille ever saw the White House he’d say: “All right, that may do for the gardener’s cottage. Now I’ll start building a real house.”
As she leaves she tries desperately to walk out of step with the music and avoid the suggestion of marching. The attempt is not altogether successful.
President Jerry Frost now picks up his bag.
Jerry [defiantly]. Well, anyways I showed you you couldn’t put anything over on me. [Glancing around, his eye falls on the “Special Tree.” He goes over and pulls it up by the roots.] This was given to me by some natives. That sign’s mine, too. I had it invented. [He pauses.] I guess you think I wasn’t much good as a President, don’t you? Well, just try electing me again.
General Pushing [sternly]. We won’t! As a President you’d make a good postman.