Pat Oliphant for July 06, 1998
Transcript:
Ken Starr: (sigh). Oh, it's so lonely here. Nobody understands me. How I long for someone to listen to my deepest, innermost thoughts. A confidant I could trust (sigh). Linda Tripp: Hey, Ken. Are you there? It's me - Linda! Punk: Hark! A soulmate cometh. Ken Starr, shipwreck.