THE   INTERVIEW

Good evening. This is Barbara Walters and I'm sitting here with Satan - yes Satan, bad-boy archangel of the universe. The self-styled Prince of Darkness has agreed to meet with us in an undisclosed location for what promises to be, for this reporter, the interview of a lifetime.




It's a pleasure to be here, Barbara.


The pleasure is all mine.


But I'm wondering.


Yes?


What about God?


I have him penciled in for next week.


What I mean is - won't He be jealous?
About my being first and everything?


I believe you're the one with the jealousy problem.
That was quite a fall you took. Any bones broken?


Oooooh. Kitten with a whip.


For the purpose of this interview, I'll need something
to call you. 'Lucifer' seems to me rather pretentious.


You may call me 'Scratch.'


An eighteenth century sobriquet - quite
popular during the American Revolution.


Clever, too. I like that in a woman.


Don't get fwesh.


Still having t'wouble with those r's?


Hasn't affected my salary.


Capitalism. I love it.


Step out from the shadows, Scratch.
     Let my viewers at home have a look at you.


I wouldn't want to frighten anyone.


We're on at nine o'clock. It's all right.


Well, if you're sure...


I'm sure.


Hello, Barbara.



Is that the best you can do?


I thought you'd be sickened by my appearance.
I thought you'd run, screaming, from the room.


I've seen Sam Donaldson without makeup.



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