Jumpin' Jack Flash

Man on radio: - Issued a series of clarifications

of several of the president's statements

at his nationally televised news conference last night.

In addition to responding to a question about abortion

with a three-minute answer about taxes

and confusing his attorney general with his chief of staff,

the president apparently forgot that Hawaii is a state,

referring to it as one of our strongest allies in the Pacific.

A White House spokesman explained that the president

had been thrown off by the intensity of the previous question.

And finally, FBI agents have arrested Air Force Sgt. Michael Prescott

in connection with a plot to sell weapon secrets

to an unnamed foreign government.

Prescott was arrested last night in a Staten Island supermarket.

Turning to weather, the city remains in the grip of a cold spell.

Temperature in Central Park dropped to 36 degrees overnight.

The current midtown temperature at 6:59 is a brisk 39 degrees.

Next news and weather again at 8:00.

Now back to the hits on New York's more music station.

How about some heat?

I'm not an Eskimo.

Hey, Mr. Finzi, how you doing, man? Looking good! Looking good.

- Gotcha! - Gotcha. All right.

- Miss Terry, good morning. - Good morning.

- How you doing? I want a tulip. - Tulip.

Guard: Morning.

Good morning.

Morning, Terry.

Larry, Larry, Larry!

You get any closer, honey, you're gonna be a father.

- (laughs) - You dog.

Dog's job.

Welcome to the boredom capital of the world.

- Morning, Mr. Page. - Good morning, Fred.

Good morning, Mr. Page. Looking good. Nice suit.

I don't get it.

God!

40 goddamn people in the office, the man's gotta pick on me.

- Can't even say good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - So did you sleep well last night?

Yeah, aside from freezing my ass off, yeah.

- I didn't. - Really? Again?

- Okay, give. - A very nice man.

His name was Richard... something Italian.

Anyway, he used to be a doctor.

He says he still would be if he had smarter lawyers.

Richard-something-italian?

Monday it was Nick-something-Greek.

I liked him very much, but you have to set high goals for yourself.

Let's face it, he was no ex-doctor.

That's true. Ex-doctors do not grow on trees.

- Hi, Karen. - Oh, thanks for fixing my monitor.

No problem.

You can make fun of me all you like, but at least I am out there.

I'm in the water. I'm making an effort.

You're not gonna meet anybody by sitting home reading a book.

So I just don't know why you won't come to Cole's with me.

- Dougie. Hey! - Terry. Hey!

Hey, ready to saddle up, ride the wild software?

Hey, Cynthia. You know that guy you were with at Cole's last night?

Yeah.

I saw him on "60 Minutes" doing this:

"No pictures, no comments."

Oh, that's so amusing.

Why do you do this to her? You know it drives her up the wall.

Because he knows it drives me up the wall.

I do it because you fall for it every time.

And look, he's been shopping at Walgreens again.

He's got his Brut collection.

Hey, at least I'm always ready for the ladies.

Hey, man, try some soap.

- I did. It got lonely. - (bell rings)

Sick. You're sick. Okay.

Confirm transfer to First National.

Bonjour, Jean-Claude.

Bonjour, Terry.

Look at this. He says, "Bonjour, Terry. What's the skinny?"

Am I teaching him, or am I teaching him?

- "What's the skinny?" - What's the skinny, yeah.

You know, what's the skinny? What's the buzz?

Oh, yeah, I knew what it was.

How did everything work out with Paulette?

"Made love all weekend"? God, I gotta meet this guy.

You shouldn't chitchat. You're gonna get in trouble.

Terry!

False alarm.

I knew it. This is code for, "Terry, come adjust my chair."

Now, you know you're gonna have this baby.

It's gonna have a head like the monitor.

It's gonna say "Sperry" across the top of it, and you know...

There she is, Miss Russian Aerobics!

Oh, not again. Oh, man.

- This is the third time this week. - What?

Russian television piped into Terry's monitor.

Every time I turn around, this chick is on my monitor.

Do it for me, baby.

Cynthia: I hate to see a woman looking like that.

What a woman.

- Larry, your girlfriend's here. - Don't tell him. He'll defect.

- Doug: Is that a woman? - Woman: I wish I could do that.

- I'm not gonna watch. - Look at that nick on her leg!

Don't shave with a sickle, baby.

Cut it out. Turn my knobs, please.

She'd crush bowling balls between those thighs.

I'm getting seriously aroused here.

The shielding on the I/O port is loose.

How's that?

I don't know how you know how to do that anyway.

It's like a gift. It's like an electrical gift.

I know where all our wheat went.

Aw!

You should have left it on.

It's almost time for "Leave It to Brezhnev."

No, it's not. It's time for "Gilligan's Gulag."

Terry.

- Mr. Page would like to see you. - Uh-oh.

Well, I'm standing right here. It's not like he could miss me.

Page: Miss Doolittle, in my office right now.

- Cynthia: She fixed it. - What's she in trouble for?

Miss Doolittle, I can accept certain of your eccentricities

simply because you're one of my most productive employees.

Thank you, Mr. Page. Thank you very much.

However, these are your printouts for last week.

How would you define your job here, Miss Doolittle?

To transfer funds and accept the transfer of funds

between international banking establishments

using the computer so that the transferred funds

are more easily called upon.

Exactly. And how were you taught to end a transmission?

I enter the phrase "end trans."

And yet look here.

Look how you ended your transmission

to Mr. Dennis Bramlett

of Barclays Bank of London last week.

"Dennis, will trade you my Springsteen bootleg

for your Moot the Hoople."

It's Mott the Hoople. He's a Springsteen fan.

Look, I entered "end trans."

And then there's Mr. Loto of the Hansu Tokyo Bank.

I believe this is a recipe for a Yankee pot roast.

Well, a man gets tired of raw fish all the time.

And I'm not even going to begin to discuss

your advice to Jean-Claude, Miss Doolittle.

Perhaps I should call you Dr. Ruth!

Mr. Page, I was just trying to be friendly.

Computers are not friendly, Miss Doolittle.

I'm not a computer, Mr. Page.

From 9:00 to 6:00, five days a week, you are.

You'll represent this bank in a professional manner,

or you will not represent this bank at all!

End trans?

End trans.

Hi, Fritz. How is the missus?

- Delete, delete... - (bell rings)

Doug: 6:00!

...delete, delete, delete, delete. - Karen!

Enjoy your party, dreamboat.

Fred: Don't forget to call us when the baby comes.

Jackie, good luck with your baby.

Don't forget, Fred and I chipped in most for your present.

Terry: End trans.

Well, I won't miss you.

Fred: Karen, we'll see you later at Cole's.

Could you tell my replacement I ordered another chair?

And it should be in by the end of the month.

Sure.

- Thanks for everything, Terry. - Oh, come on, don't cry.

Come on.

Hey, now, wipe your eyes, huh? Makeup's running.

People gonna think somebody hit you in the eye, girl. There you go.

Where's the party, baby? I'm waddling over.

Right behind you.

You waddle on in. I'll be waddling on in myself.

- Cynthia: Speaking of bows... - Karen: It's beautiful.

She'll know this is a stroller.

Come here, come here. Wait, wait, wait. Look, look.

Heidi, get your present.

What is that? One of your friends?

No, no. They all know I go down by 6:00.