' 'Sweet and fitting it is to die for the Fatherland.' Some of you may have ambitions.I know of one young man who has great promise as a writer, and he has written the first act of a tragedy which would be a credit to one of the masters...Loyal, resourceful, cooperative C.C.Baxter.While spraying his nose full of antihistamine nasal spray and thinking that he is being reprimanded for spreading immorality and running a house of ill-repute, Baxter quickly explains how the custom of giving out his key to four ranking insurance company "charter members" was first established when he was going to night school and taking a course in Advanced Accounting.Before a second attack, Will armed himself with dream power magic, vowing: "I am the Wizard Master," and he fended off the chair and destroyed it with greenish crackling electricity protruding from his fingertips." As he tin-foil was peeled up and rolled back from the subject's face, he nose and face of nebbish, nerdy and stupefied-looking Miles Monroe (Woody Allen) still wearing thick black-rimmed glasses was slowly disclosed.The coffin lid was opened with a crowbar, and they viewed Jason's rotting body covered with worms and cobwebs.