In a spoof of the real CBS Radio call-in broadcast, Walter Cronkite sits beside President Carter in the White House as ordinary Americans phone in with unscreened questions. A postal worker from Kansas complains that her branch's automated sorting machine keeps jamming, and Carter calmly walks her through the exact setting to adjust. A crank caller asking about the First Lady is cut off with a muttered insult. When a frightened 17-year-old calls in the middle of an acid trip, Cronkite tries to move on, but Carter insists on talking him down himself: he identifies the pills, estimates how long the high will last, prescribes vitamins, a beer and some Allman Brothers, and promises to check in on Monday. The final caller, a former Nixon-era White House employee in San Clemente, asks the President to mail him an envelope of cash hidden in a bedroom dresser, and Carter cheerfully agrees before the pair close by plugging a lottery for a night's stay at the White House.
