Interior scene. Nighttime. Dinner is on the table. Hungry children dig in (yet still manage to complain I put out the wrong grated cheese):
Scott: Ben, who are the presidential candidates?
Ben: Mitt and Barack…Obama.
Scott: Right. And which is republican and which is democrat?
Ben: Mitt is republican. Obama is democrat.
Scott: And how can you tell the difference?
Ben: One is a total maniac and one is decent.
I guess it’s just a matter of perspective from there.
