ABC Afterschool Specials1972

Piccard:
[striding imperiously about the room and chattering in his typically pompous emotionless tone as he describes Preston's "tightly packed and nauseatingly formal and abhorrently boring" social schedule for the day, speaking as if to a blank wall, without even facing the boy]... our top diplomat from Sweden will be lunching with us at 12:15; no doubt he will greatly wish to see your shining face, and then - - [abruptly notices with totally controlled offended dignity that Preston is hanging up a glossy-surfaced orange-toned "sun over a lake" poster on the end wall to try to give the rather drab room a little "cheery color"] Preston - -! How many times must I remind you... this is an authentic eighteenth-century room! You know that nothing whatsoever must detract from its unique period ambiance!

Preston:
[in a disgusted remonstrating tone to show that he feels that "Mr. Stiffneck" is overreacting to the presence of just a single harmless "modern-day-style" poster] Aww, Piccky-...

Piccard:
[still displaying a totally expressionless "greasy-faced' impersonality that makes the audience sick to its stomach, and speaking in a coolly-reproachful "I can never get mad or excited, no matter what happens" tone of still-offended dignity] When you call me by that name, I do not hear you.