Dick: Uh, wait a second. What are you doing?
Chancellor Duncan: Taking the letters.
Dick: You're really gonna do that?
Chancellor Duncan: Well, you resigned.
Dick: W-w-well, sure. Of course we did.
Chancellor Duncan: Well, then, it's settled. I just hope you can all afford your own health insurance.
Dick: We'd lose our health insurance? Well, thank goodness we at least get our paychecks to see us through this lean period.
Chancellor Duncan: Get out.
Dick: Very well. You've dug your own grave. I'll be leaving now.
[Dick goes to Chancellor Duncan's drawer and searches through the letters]
Dick: Y-y-you know something? Now that I--I think of it, uh, mine may have a typo. I'm just going to, uh...