The window of President Frost’s office opens abruptly. A white cigar emerges—followed by Jerry’s hairless eyebrows—passionately knit.
Jerry. All right. Go on and yell—and then when I make some awful mistake and the country goes to pieces, blame it on me!
Charlotte [very patiently]. Nagging me again. Picking on me. Pick—pick—pick! All day!
Jerry. Gosh, you can be disagreeable, Charlit!
Charlotte. Pick—pick—pick!
Jerry [confused]. Pick?
Charlotte [sharply]. Pick!
Jerry jams down his window.
Meanwhile from the window above has emerged a hand holding a mirror. The hand is presently followed by a head with the hair slicked back damply. Doris, sister-in-law to the President, is seeking more light for her afternoon toilet.
Doris [disapprovingly]. I can hear you two washing your clothes in public all over the lawn.