Jones. The morning mail.
Jerry [looking at the first letter]. This one’s an ad, I’ll bet. [He opens it.] “Expert mechanics, chauffeurs, plumbers earn big money. We fit you in twelve lessons.” [He looks up.] I wonder if there’s anything personal in that. If there is it’s a low sort of joke.
Jones [soothingly]. Oh, I don’t think there is.
Jerry [offended]. Anybody that’d play a joke like that on a person that has all the responsibility of being President, and then to have somebody play a low, mean joke on him like that!
Jones. I’ll write them a disagreeable letter.
Jerry. All right. But make it sort of careless, as if it didn’t matter to me.
Jones. I can begin the letter “Damn Sirs” instead of “Dear Sirs.”
Jerry. Sure, that’s the idea. And put something like that in the ending, too.
Jones. “Yours insincerely,” or something like that.... Now there’s a few people waiting in here to see you, sir. [He takes out a list.] First, there’s somebody that’s been ordered to be hung.
Jerry. What about him?