The hand up the Count’s ass would never stoop so low.

"So, Count, how many pieces of gold kitsch do you see here?" (In heavy Transylvanian accent) "One! Two! Thrrrree! Four! Five! Six! Seven . . . . . " Two or three hours later "It's okay, Count, you can stop now."

No. Later that day: Trump: "The Counted counted numbers like no one has ever counted before. Incredible numbers. Mathama — mather -math people don't even know. America is best at numbers."