Then you have this Dingell.
Dingell. You know Dingell from Michigan?
[Booing] You know Dingell? You ever hear of her, Michigan? Debbie Dingell, that’s a real beauty. So she calls me up
like eight months ago. Her husband was here a long time
but I didn’t give him the B-treatment, I didn’t give him the C or the D.
I could have. [Something incomprehensible] I gave the A+ treatment. “Take down the flags.” “Why are you taking them down?” “For ex-congressman Dingell.” “Oh, OK.” “Do this, do that, do that.” Wrote under everything.
I gave him everything. That’s OK. I don’t want anything for it. I don’t need anything for anything. She calls me up. “It’s the nicest thing that’s ever
happened. Thank you so much. John would be so thrilled. He’s looking down.
He’d be so thrilled. Thank you so much, sir.” I said: “That’s OK, don’t worry
about it.” Maybe he’s looking up,
I don’t know. [Gasps/laughter/applause] I don’t know.
Maybe. Maybe. But let’s assume he’s looking down. But I gave him A+.
Not A, not B+, not B. I gave him the A+. And she called me and said
[mumbling noise]. I won’t go into the conversation
because it’s not fair to do that. But all I want to say is,
let’s put it this way: it was the most profuse
thank you that you could ever get. On a scale of zero-ten
it was a ten.