That is, as I'm sure you expect, four words. Unless you're only counting the ones in the quotes, but then you've still got another word just sitting around there, doing not much of anything.

I am, by the way, enjoying the thought that the only reason Jason isn't in this conversation, bantering away with us, is that he's sitting at his computer with his hands both bandaged up to the size of boxing gloves, unable to hit less than twelve keys at a time. He's eyeing the pencils, wondering what his typing speed would be with one clutched in his lips.

I need a nap and a margarita.