Standing at the copy machine running a tedious job, Nixon sang, "I will go down with this ship." Rounding a corner too sharply and colliding with a colleague, he exclaimed, "Murder on the Orient Express." Opening a box of pens and finding the ink already dry, he fretted, "Dead on arrival."
When colleagues told Nixon he possessed a lot of nervous energy, he answered, "Don't you know I work for Con Ed?"

