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“JUNIOR!”

“I’m awake! I’m awake!”

“How did you fall asleep? I was speaking to you.”

“You’ve got a real boring voice. No offense, Mr Jenkins.”

“How could I possibly take offense to that? Are you awake now?”

“Little sleepy.”

“You want a coffee?”

“No, thanks. I’ll take a quesadilla if you have one.”

“We don’t.”

“What kind of law office is this?”

“Junior, concentrate. In our last meeting, you said that there were five people in the meeting.”

“Which meeting?”

“The one with the Russians.”

“You’re gonna need to be much more specific.”

“The meeting that took place in Trump Tower during June of 2016.”

“Ohhhh. That meeting with the Russians.”

…

“Junior, were there any meetings with the Russians you’re not telling me about?’

“Can I plead the Fifth?”

“No.”

“What about the Sixth?”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods, are you back?”

“I’m right here, Mr. Jenkins.”

“Thank God. My mother dead yet?”

“No, sir.”

“So I have not inherited her estate and therefore must continue to work at this job?”

“Hit the nail on the head, sir.”

“Mrs. Woods?”

“For the last time, sir, I will not murder your mother.”

“I told you that you could have half!”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Okay, Junior. So, we need to…JUNIOR!”

“I’m awake! I’m awake!”

“Are you not sleeping at night, son?”

“I sleep, like, sixteen hours a day.”

“If you increased that by fifty percent, then none of us would be in this mess.”

“I was told there would be no math.”

“Right. Let’s go back to the meeting.”

“Awesome. Can we stop for quesadillas?”

“I meant that we should discuss the meeting.”

“I took you literally.”

“You did. Now I want you to tell me the whole truth. Who was in this meeting?”

“Okay. Lemme see. It was me and Goldy. Russian lawyer lady. Mr. Manafort and Fart-head. Three guys in track suits squatting on the table and smoking. Another lady who was translating. Seven-foot tall mad monk. Another lady–”

“Wait.”

“–who was…yeah?”

“Mad monk?”

“He was creepy, dude. I cut my finger on a staple and he stopped the bleeding with his magic.”

“Y’know what? Fine. At this point? Fine. What was the staple in?”

“The top-secret information on Hillary Clinton they gave us.”

“YOU SAID THEY DIDN’T GIVE YOU ANYTHING!”

“Yeah, I lied. Lol.”

“You have to stop lying to me, Junior.”

“The strategy’s worked up til now. Listen, man: can’t we just settle with whoever’s suing us for 40 cents on the dollar?”

“Yeah, that’s not how treason works.”

“Treason? Is that a restaurant? Is it near Dorsia?”

“Concentrate. Who else was at the meeting?”

“No one else. I mean, no one else was there there.”

“Huh?”

“There was a guy Skyping in.”

“What guy?”

“He had the friendliest face you’ve ever seen. Like, I looked at him and just felt love and acceptance.”

“Siri, show me a picture of Vladimir Putin.”

“Checking.”

…

“That’s him!”

“Of course it is.”

“Do you know him? He’s the shit, man.”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods?”

“Da. Is Mrs. Voods.”

“Who is this?”

“I tell you. Is Mrs. Voods. Is loyal American voman secretary.”

…

“Mrs. Woods, do you have any vodka?”

“Da. Have two gallons in purse.”

“Then come on in here and let’s do some colluding.”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“We getting drunk, Mr. Jenkins?”

“Me and Mrs. Woods are.”

“Oh.”

The following are excerpts, as prepared and released on Thursday by the White House, from a conversation aboard Air Force One between President Trump and members of the press corps as they flew to Paris on Wednesday night.

The conversation was initially thought by the journalists to be off the record. However, the White House changed the terms of the exchange after Mr. Trump asked the pool reporter, who works for The New York Times, why it was not covered and she informed him that the journalists believed they were not allowed to use the material.

Note: Asterisks and ellipses denote sections of the president’s conversation that were left out by the White House.

PRESS When were you last in Paris?

“Macaroni invites me. We had the G20, which I have been congratulated on many times, went very well, and he invites me. The fake news says we don’t get along, but he begged and begged and sent me pictures of his very sexy wife. What do you call the French First Lady? Whatever she is, she’s really doing very well. Keeping it together. Not like Melania, but impressive for a woman her age. They’re having Bastille Day. Have you heard about Bastille Day? It’s what they do, great holiday. He calls me and says it’s been a hundred years since something, so I said wow. Hundred years, great number of years. Very big anniversary. And he’s doing well. Good president for the French. France hasn’t always had presidents, you know. Kings. Many years, they had kings. People aren’t aware of that, but France had kings for many, many years.”

On North Korea, China, and trade

“The thing with China is Korea. I really wanted them to help with Korea. Isn’t that a great idea I had? Hillary never came up with ideas like that, all she did was run disgusting ads about me. No ideas from any of the Democrats. But China tells me that Korea’s very, very complicated. No one knew this. Situation goes back a long way. China and Korea? Lots of wars. Lots. And, you know, so you got that history there.

“The thing with China is trade. China’s big. Lot of things. Trade is bad, very imbalanced, and we have to fix the trade. I say to China that the trade has to be fixed, and they agree. We’ll get a great deal from China because we have to fix the trade. How else can we solve Korea without trade? We’re down $40 billion with Korea. How can that happen? Hillary was going to make it worse, but I don’t know how much worse it can get. Maybe $50 billion, I guess.

“When I deal with Korea, I deal from strength. And trade is the strength.”

PRESS Are you talking about North Korea or South Korea, Mr. President?

“Junior is a good boy.”

On the border wall

“It’s gonna be coal-powered. Many companies are involved, the biggest companies, and I’m gonna give a speech in two weeks telling you who they are.

“One of the things with the wall is you need transparency. You have to be able to see through it. In other words, if you can’t see through that wall — so it could be a steel wall with openings, but you have to have openings because you have to see what’s on the other side of the wall.

And I’ll give you an example. As horrible as it sounds, when they throw the large sacks of drugs over, and if you have people on the other side of the wall, you don’t see them — they hit you on the head with 60 pounds of stuff? It’s over. As crazy as that sounds, you need transparency through that wall. But we have some incredible designs.”

Excuse me.

Dude, you cannot be here at all. Inappropriate

Those last two paragraphs were copy-and-pasted from the Times article. He actually said those things out loud to reporters, and then he thought so much of the statements that he placed them on-the-record.

Yeah. I couldn’t beat it. There’s no way to parody that. He wins.

You tired of all this winning?

Just tired.

“Now, Junior, I want you to walk me through what happened during the meeting with the Russian lawyer.”

“Should I put my shoes back on?”

“Forget I said ‘walk.’ Just tell me what happened.”

“Oh. Okay, so: Mr. Manafort was there and so was Fart-head.”

“Fart-head?”

“That’s what I call Jared, because it rhymes.”

“It doesn’t.”

“He SUCKS, dude! Always hanging around Dad and laughing at his jokes. Telling on me when I eat cheese.”

“Cheese?”

“I am really not supposed to eat cheese.”

“Okay, so Manafort, Kushner, and you are there. Who else?”

“The lawyer. And she was a lady! I thought that was odd, but I guess Russia is really progressive or something. Bunch of SJWs over there.”

“Junior.”

“Thinking too much causes women to stop menstruating. Watched a real long YouTube video about that.”

“Junior.”

“Maybe she had to be a lawyer because she wasn’t hot. Is that why you became a lawyer, Mr. Jenkins?”

…

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Has Mrs. Woods returned?”

“Nope! You’re on the phone with Rob Goldstone!”

“Fuck.”

“LOVE YOU, GOLDY!”

“BACK ATCHA DOUBLE, JUNEY!”

“Fuck.”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Are you crying, Mr. Jenkins?”

“Nope. Nope, just allergies.”

“What are you allergic to?”

“My existence. Now: who was in the room?”

“Me, the lady, Fart-head, Mr. Manafort, and Goldy.”

“Wow. Just like Yalta.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“Not Fanta.”

“Do you like my business suit? I’m a businessman, so I wear them frequently.”

“I need you to focus, Junior. What happened in the meeting?”

“Well, we started off with the traditional giving of gifts.”

“The what?”

“Yeah, I had no idea, either. But apparently in Russia the custom is to give gifts at the beginning of a meeting. The lawyer gave us all these awesome cell phones. And, dude, you’ll never guess.”

“She was gonna pick up the bill.”

“Totally! How fucking nice is that!?”

“Soooo nice. Hey, uh, Junior?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you still have that phone?”

“It’s on the table in between us.”

…

“Uh-huh.”

PHONE-SMASHING NOISE

PHONE-SMASHING NOISE

PHONE-SMASHING NOISE

“Duuuuuude.”

“Continue, Junior.”

“I had all the apps where I wanted them.”

“What was said at the meeting?”

“Oh, okay. So, uh, the lady is like, ‘Blah blah bah,’ and Mr. Manafort goes, like, “Politics politics politics,’ but they were speaking in code or something. It sounded like alien-talk. Whoa. Dude?”

“No one is an alien, Junior.”

“Do you think…you sure?”

“Fairly. Is it possible they were speaking Russian?”

“A Russian is a person. How do you speak a person?”

“Russian is a language.”

“No, they just talk English with funny accents.”

“Junior, if you concentrate, I will give you a cookie.”

“Not hungry.”

“I will give you cocaine and an underling to yell at.”

“Fucking sweet.”

“Okay. What happened in the goddamned meeting?”

“So, Mr. Manafort and the lady and Goldy are talking in whatever language you say it was, and me and Fart-head were sitting there. And then: dude, do you remember how I told you I shouldn’t eat cheese?”

“Yeah.”

“I ate a whole brick of it and let the fuck loose on Jared! He really was a Fart-head!”

…

“Do you remember anything else?”

“I was laughing too hard for the rest of the meeting, honestly.”

“Of course you were.”

“Which means I’m good, right? If you weren’t paying attention while a crime is being committed, then you can’t be charged for it. That’s habeas corpus.”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mr. Goldstone?”

“WHAZZZZZZZUP?”

“WHAZZZZZZZUP?”

“WHAZZZZZZZUP?”

“WHAZZZZZZZUP?”

“Both of you shut the fuck up! Mr. Goldstone, please bring me some ibuprofen.”

“Nah, son. You need something stronger than that. Goldy’s got you covered.”

“Just the ibuprofen.”

“Gotcha.”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Now, Junior: is there anything–anything at all–more that you remember from the meeting?”

“Nah. I’m a black slave.”

“Black slate.”

“No, black slave. Because I don’t know anything.”

“Jesus God in heaven, I beseech you for mercy.”

“People always pray around me. Weird.”

“Nothing else you remember?”

“Oh, dude, why don’t I just send you the video?”

“The video? The fucking what?”

“The video. We taped everything. I’ll send it to you.”

“I smashed your phone.”

“Always keep a backup phone for hookers, bro.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Here ya go.”

EMAIL SENDING NOISE

…

…

…

“I’m not getting it.”

“Shit. I accidentally sent it to the New York Times.”

“Jesus.”

“CLASSIC FUCKIN’ JUNEY!”

“SO GLAD YOU WERE HERE FOR THAT, GOLDY!”

“So this is how democracy dies.”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“The gum? It was just in a pot on the table, so I figured it was for everyone.”

“First off: that was a plant. You’re eating a ficus.”

“Heh heh. ‘Ficus.’ That sounds dirty.”

“And second: no. Did you just tweet out your emails?”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“I WAS IN THE BATHROOM FOR FIVE MINUTES, SLAPDICK!”

“Listen, Mr. Attorney–”

“My name is Jenkins. My job is attorney.”

“–I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything wrong, and the e-mails prove it.”

“Holy shit. There were three clauses in that sentence and all of them were wrong. You need to shut the fuck up.”

“Hey! The only person who gets to tell me to shut up is my father. And Eric. And Ivanka. And my mom. Melania tells me to shut up all the time, too. Barron throws forks at my face.”

“Wow.”

“We like to kid around.”

“If you were literally anyone else, I would feel bad for you.”

PHONE NOTIFICATION NOISE

“Ooh, Robert Mueller wants to add me on LinkedIn.”

“Don’t add him.”

“What if he wants to make a deal?”

“Then he’ll talk to me.”

“I meant a real estate deal. I’m a real estate mongol.”

“Mogul.”

“Sure, with cream and sugar.”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods?”

“Mrs. Woods quit. I’m your new secretary, Rob Goldstone.”

“What?”

“YO, ROBBY!”

“IS THAT MY BRO, JUNEY?”

“Jesus fucking wept.”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Robby’s the shit, man. That guy fucks. Like, he’s fat and all? So, you wouldn’t think he had it in him? But that guy FUCKS.”

“He fucked you, Junior.”

“No! Well, once, but we said ‘No Homo.'”

“Metaphorically.”

“No, we didn’t do that position. He got me from behind. I was watching Larry Kudlow.”

“Junior, he sent you an email saying ‘the Russian government wants to meet with you to give you information about your opponent,’ to which you replied–and I quote–‘I love it.’ He fucked you. I mean, mostly you fucked yourself, but he helped.”

“That’s the kind of guy he is. Always giving me presents.”

“What kind of presents?”

“Large, seemingly-empty sculptures. Paintings where the eyes follow you around the room. Electronic gadgets.”

“Gadgets?”

“You know those copper bracelets, and how they help you with sports? Like that, but for meetings and business. You keep them in your pocket and they make you 18% smarter and stronger and tougher.”

“What do these gadgets look like?”

“Microphones.”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mr. Goldstone?”

“Yo?”

“Are you a Russian spy?”

…

…

…

“Nooooooo.”

“There you go, man. Goldy’s the shit. Only place he’s Russian is to the buffet!”

“I see what you did there, Juney!”

“You’re my guy, Goldy!”

“And you’re my Полезный идиот! I mean, guy. Guy. You’re my guy.”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“See? Goldy’s the tits, man.”

“Uh-huh. Junior?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you like to fish?”

“Oh, I love to. Every time I cast my line, I whisper ‘Fuck poor people’ under my breath.”

“Great.”

“Why are you asking?”

“A good attorney keeps all of his options open.”

“Okay, let’s practice this again. I’m going to play a reporter for the New York Times.”

“Can I be Batman?”

“What?”

“Are we not playing make-believe?”

“No, Junior. This is all very serious.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So. We’re going to pretend that I’m a reporter, and you are you.”

“I don’t have to pretend to be me.”

“Great. So. Are you paying attention?”

“This is a nice office.”

“Junior!”

“Don’t hit me, Dad! Oh, sorry. I just do that. Okay. What are we doing?”

“I’m a reporter.”

“Oh, hi! I met with the Russians!”

“NO! Goddammit, Junior.”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods–”

“I’m not bringing you your pistol, and that’s it.”

“Fuck you, too, Mrs. Woods.”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Okay, let’s try again. We’re going to pretend that I am a reporter.”

“Ha ha, you’re poor.”

“Right, great. Now: I call you on the phone.”

“Do I pick up?”

“You’d have to for this scenario to progress.”

…

“I can make my hands look like a duck.”

“Junior, concentrate.”

“I am! You think making a duck is easy?”

“Pick up your phone and pretend I’m calling you!”

“Bukka-dooka-dukka-dooka.”

…

“Bukka-dooka-dukka-dooka.”

“Are you making the iPhone noise, Junior?”

“Yeah, did you hear how good I do it?”

“Answer the phone.”

“Hellooooo?”

“Hi, Junior. My name is–”

“Oh, nooooo. My name is Mrs. Secretary. I’m a laaaaaady.”

“Is Junior there?’

“Let me check. Oh, Donald JUUUUUUUnior! Donald JUUUUUUnior!”

…

“He might be in the bathroom.”

“ANSWER THE PHONE, JUNIOR!”

“You’re on with Don.”

“Great. Okay. So. I am a reporter.”

“What’s your name?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell that to the guy who monograms your shirts.”

“Jenkins. My name is Reporter Jenkins–”

“That’s my lawyer’s name!”

“–and I am calling to ask about your meeting with Russia.”

“Which one?”

“Holy SHIT, is that the wrong answer.”

“There were a lot. Dinners, too.”

INTERCOM TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods, I want you to type up my resignation letter.”

“And I want you to leave your wife and marry me. Live with disappointment.”

“Timing, woman!”

INTERCOM TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Who is that on the intercom? Is it the Russians? They’re great.”

“Junior, you need to listen to me carefully. You must stop speaking to anyone. You must make no statements at all to anyone.”

“I have to ask again–”

“Yes, you can order from waiters.”

“–what about wait…okay, good. I love restaurants.”

“Yeah? That’s great. Which one’s your favorite?”

“Russian Tea Room.”

“We’re going to need to double the retainer.”

“Okay.”

“In fact, why don’t you just leave us your credit card?”

“Here’s my wallet. Just pick one.”

“Wonderful.”

“Come in, Junior. You’re three hours late.”

“I got lost on the way over, and then in the elevator. Then my shoelace came undone and Eric wasn’t there to retie it, so I cried for a little while.”

“Greeeeeeat. Let’s get started. My name’s Mr. Jenkins, and you want to hire me to be your attorney.”

“Oh, no. I don’t need an attorney. I need a lawyer.”

“They’re synonyms.”

“No, thank you. I’m not hungry.”

“Let’s start again.”

“Should I walk back outside?”

“No, you’ll get lost in the hall.”

“I totally got lost in the hall. There’s so many doors!”

“Mr. Trump–”

“SHIT! My dad’s here!?”

“–what we need to–no. No, I was referring to you.”

“Oh. No one calls me Mr. Trump.”

“I’m shocked.”

“Are these mints?”

“Those are pens, Junior.”

“Okay, cool.”

PEN-EATING NOISE

“Which means you can’t eat them.”

“Well, you should have said that.”

“Can we get down to business, please?”

“Sure. What does my father owe you?”

“A moment’s peace. But this is not about that yet. We need to talk about you, Junior.”

“My favorite color is blue, and I like humpback whales the best.”

“Don’t start sharing just yet.”

“Oh, I don’t share.”

“Wonderful. Junior, if I’m going to take this case, then you need to stop talking to the media.”

“Even the fake media?”

“Yes.”

“But if they’re fake media, then they’re not really media, are they? So I can talk to them?”

“No! You can’t discuss anything with anyone but your lawyer.”

“Anything?”

“Nothing!”

“Does this mean my wife has to order for me in restaurants?”

“You can talk to waiters, Junior.”

“What if they ask me about Russia?”

“Why would a waiter ask you about Russia?”

“Salad dressing?”

INTERCOM-TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods, can you bring me some Advil?”

“Two?”

“Bring the whole bottle, please.”

INTERCOM-TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Junior, you cannot talk to the newspapers. You cannot talk to the teevee stations. You cannot tweet.”

“What if I have a really dank meme?”

“Okay, I’m a serious human being, so I have no fucking idea what that means. You must not comment in public on anything related to the Russia investigation.”

“No Russia, no Russia.”

“That’s not actually a legal defense.”

“Do I need to say it three times to make it official?”

INTERCOM-TURNING-ON NOISE

“Mrs. Woods, can you also bring me my special coffee?”

“It’s 11 in the morning, sir.”

“Did I stutter, woman?”

INTERCOM-TURNING-OFF NOISE

“Are you on your phone?”

“Met this hot chick on Tinder. Nyt Imes. What kind of name is that?”

“It’s not a name. You’re talking to the New York Times.”

“Oh. But they’re fake news.”

“Uh-huh. What did you just say to them?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, good.”

“I just sent some pics from that meeting I had with that Russian chick. My hair looks great.”

“You sent pictures of your treasonous meeting with the Kremlin operative to the New York fucking Times?”

“I didn’t understand several of the words in that sentence.”

“Give me your phone, jackass.”

“Joke’s on you. Passcode, sucker.”

SIX-NINE-SIX-NINE DEPRESSING NOISE

“How did you know!?”

“Jesus.”

“Are you a wizard? If I ask, you have to tell me. That’s the law.”

…

“Yes, Junior. I’m a wizard.”

“Woooooow.”

“Right. Y’know, before we discuss anything else, let’s talk about your retainer.”

“I accidentally threw it away in middle school.”

“I should have been a doctor.”

“Me, too.”

“Yes, great, we’re great. Look at us all here, wonderful, the best. Love being in Iowa. My favorite state, great state. I won Iowa. Great, great state. Best wrestlers in the world. I did some wrestling. Took down Vince McMahon. Gave him the suplex, duplex, shmuplex, whatever. Champion of wrestling.”

PROTESTING SOUND

“See? See? This is the violence of the left and the Deep State. They’re very violent people, so it’s okay to hit them. Attack the violent people. Great, really great. All of those so-called protestors, who are being paid by James Comey, were probably about to go shoot a Congressman. Stan Scalia, great guy, great. Went by the hospital to see him. Sat in on one of the surgeries. Many of the nurses told me that he was only alive because of my visit.

“Otto Whatever isn’t doing as well. Dead. Very nasty business. He was so beuatiful, a beautiful young man with blond hair, and Kim over there killed him. Bad guy, that Kim guy over there. China won’t deal with him, so I will. We’re gonna deal with Kim and Korea and we’re gonna have the most phenomenal deal. No more dead kids. Why did Obama ask Kim to kill Otto Whatever? Maybe Robert Mueller should look into that.

“Democrats can’t win fair, so they cheat. Since my great, wonderful election victory, there have been 25 or 40 special elections, and we’ve won them all. Most of that was me, but the candidates are great, too. Karen Handel, great. Not a looker, but a smart cookie. We’d be doing even better if we started running babes.

“When I came down that escalator in Trump Tower, do you remember that? When we started this wonderful journey before the lying, failing media began to attack me so viciously? It was the best, very famous, me and Melania, who is regarded as one of the world’s greatest beauties and almost gotten all the black-person smell out of the White House. Very famous escalator ride. Longest escalator in the word, whole world. First time Mike Pence saw it, he got scared. Cried, started praying, whole deal. He’s from some hick state, they don’t have escalators.

“They said Paris was binding, but I unbinded us. Now we’re free, and we’re going to open up so many coal mines. What made America great was her coal mines, and that’s what we’re gonna bring back. Maybe I’ll send Nancy Pelosi to work in one. President is allowed to do that, absolutely.

“I got the best team. Wilbur Ross. You’re on Wall Street, you don’t even need his last name. Just Wilbur. Huge money guy, and he’s gonna work for you. Gary Cohn. That’s a real Jewish name, best name for money. He took a pay cut of $800 million to work for you. Out of patriotism! The Democrats are obstructing me and wiretpping the Oval Office, but I’m getting you the best guys. Neil Gorsuch. He said to me, ‘Mr. President, I’m gonna use the Supreme Court to build America’s military.’ Isn’t that great?

“Crooked Hillary wants to take away your children and your healthcare and your motorcycles. All they got is witch hunts. Fake witch hunts. I’m gonna let ICE poke illegal aliens’ eyes out. These brave, beautiful men who deport so many criminals are so wonderful. Why don’t we build the wall out of the illegal aliens? As a warning? MS-13 is coming here, and they are worse than ISIS. Not as bad as Hillary Clinton, but very bad.

“You all know Charles Schumer? I call him Charles Jew-mer. Not in front of Jared, but I do. Jew-mer. You like that? Great.

“Jobs are booming. Jobs are doing phenomenally, so many jobs, and American jobs for Americans. Even blacks, that’s how many jobs there are. We are rebuilding America that Barack Hussein set on fire. The most racist president in our country’s history, many historians I follow on Twitter say that. Hated whites, even though he was half-white. I guess that’s the half that went to college. Right? You like that? I love you, Iowa.

“You are the special people. So special. We’re straightening up the mess left by years of weakness. Healthcare is fixed. Afghanistan is over, done, we won. Everyone has a job mining coal and there’s no Russia. No Russia.

“Okay, I gotta go.”