(apprause)
(camera pans from audience to set, Hu plays clarinet solo at end of number)
KIM: Ok, werrcome back. Kim's fuss guess suv in Crinton administlation, wuk on campaign fo John Keddy, an now wuk as exput at beeg institute. He doing wuhwind toouh uh ryebreadies acloss 'Mayka. Meesa Sandy Bugga, eblyone!
(band plays chorus from "Steal Away")
BUGGA: (waves at audience)
KIM: Ok, hey. Werrcome to show. How you do?
BUGGA: I, uh--this is kind of strange.
KIM: Yeah, Kim got beeg show now! You know?
BUGGA: Very nice, but I mean, uh, that's not it--
KIM: So, Sandy Bugga, you been busy, huh?
BUGGA: Oh, very busy.
KIM: Kim heeyuh you do speeches now. Whuddup wit dat?
BUGGA: Well, I'm currently doing a series of lectures on the Great American Libraries tour. The Smithsonian invited me and eight others to--
KIM: Hey, Sandy Bugga, you laid buffet basstage? Kim see Swedish meatbarr in you pocket.
BUGGA: That's, uh, that--(inaudible)
KIM: (turns to security staff, stage right) You keep eye on Bugga, Flank. Maybe he got sanwiches in undaloos.
("ooh"s and raffter from audience)