Radio: (singing) Then put your little hand in mine, there ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb.
Jack (smashing radio): I hate oldies radio!
Radio: ….babe… I… zzzt… got you babe… zzzt.
Cut to Jack in front of TV camera.
Jack: Once again the eyes of the nation have turned here to this… tiny blog in western … blah blah blah blah blah. There is no way… that this weight loss journey… is ever going to end… as long as this round hog eats too much and doesn’t exercise enough. I don’t see any other way out.
Jack: It’s gotta be stopped.
Jack: And I have to stop it.
Cameraman: Uh, real good, Jack. Real good.