Reporter: Sean, was President Trump aware that he was being deceitful regarding his meeting with the Russians Diplomats and divulging classified information?
Spicer: I believe he was telling the truth about his deceitful comments about classified information, then again he talks so much bull $**t every time he opens his mouth it’s hard to figure out his $**ty presidential agenda. I mean come on, he’s bats**t crazy! You know it, I know it.
Reporter: uh, what?
Spicer: I, I, I, I . . . to be honest don’t give a $**t, I don’t know, I’m tired, please make it stop. My head is about to explode. Does that answer your question!? You know something Mr. $**ty Mc$**tface reporter, I don’t care!
Reporter: Oooookay. Sean, you seem confused and stressed. I have chewable sedatives. Would you like one?
Spicer: YES! I mean no, not yes, I mean . . . you better stop, look around, here it comes,
here comes it’s just my nineteenth nervous breakdown.
Reporter: Sean, you do realize you’re quoting an old Rolling Stones song.
Spicer: REALLY! Well, pardon me while I kiss the sky. This is what it sounds like when doves cry!
Reporter: If my memory serves me correctly that would be Jimi Hendrix and Prince. You’re just reciting songs lyrics Sean.
Spicer: Hey, how about you try making up daily $**ty excuses for this guy! That’s it, no more questions. I’m done. Goodbye yellow brick road!
Reporter: Sean that’s Elton J . . . never mind.