Walpurgisnacht

At A Tiny Revolution, Jonathan Schwarz reminds us of some stellar sycophancy:

KOPPEL: You looked sensational [on TV]. Tanned and well rested... How was your vacation?

KISSINGER: Very pleasant. We missed you. We expect you to show up.

KOPPEL: Normally I don't let you go without me... How is your schedule for the next couple of weeks because we wanted to have you and Nancy over some evening?... In fact, I am not sure we would have anybody else over. Just a quiet evening.

Now it turns out this dinner party actually occured, at the Kissinger's, and I was able to acquire a transcript ("you don't want to know about them, but there are ways, dude") of that dinner party:

NANCY MAGINNES KISSINGER: Jesus . . .
HENRY KISSINGER: . . . Shhhhh . . .
NANCY: . . . H. Christ . . .
HENRY: For God's sake, Nancy, it's two o'clock in the . . .
NANCY: Oh, Henry!
HENRY: Well, I'm sorry, but . . .
NANCY: What a cluck! What a cluck you are.
HENRY: It's late, you know? Late.
NANCY: (Looks around the room. Imitates Bette Davis) What a dump. Hey, what's that from? "What a dump!"
HENRY: How would I know what . . .
NANCY: Aw come on! What's it from? You know . . .
HENRY: . . . Nancy . . .
NANCY: WHAT'S IT FROM, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE?
HENRY: (Wearily) What's what from?
NANCY: I just told you; I just did it. "What a dump!" Hunh? What's that from?
HENRY: I haven't the faintest idea what . . .
NANCY: Dumbbell! It's from some goddamn Bette Davis picture . . . some Warner Brothers epic . . .

Then Ted and Grace Anne show up for some fun and games, they all take off their human skins and have a reptilian blood orgy, and the sun comes up over the Potomac. Exeunt.