Betrayed Page #3

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time for someone to start telling the truth.

Who knows? Maybe, huh, Joey?

Sit down, please. Get comfortable.

- We have to return America...

- You can sit here.

...to real Americans.

That's the message

of the Jack Carpenter candidacy.

Well, he's kinda cute.

Him? He's a turkey.

They're all a bunch of turkeys.

(GOBBLES)

Hey, thanks, Mom.

Just what I wanted. Katie?

- I'll get another for myself.

- Oh.

...tried and tested in the bureaucratic

battlefield in Washington.

May I introduce Mr Robert Flynn.

- Bob?

- Thank you, Jack.

Bobby.

What this country desperately needs

is leadership.

And Jack Carpenter is a leader

who can put this country back on track.

Do you know... (CHOKES)

- Excuse me.

- That's OK.

Do you know him?

Nah.

Give us your best shot. We expect a lot of

your left-Iiberal barbs and we're ready.

- I'm really glad you came.

- Thanks.

You guys... Maybe you oughta wash

your hands before dinner or somethin'?

Mm. This tastes so good.

Do you think I could have

some more potatoes?

- She's still growin'. Eats like a mule.

- Well, she looks growed just fine to me.

Me too.

- Did you really give her a ride?

- I told you he was gonna get red-assed.

Young lady, I'm just gonna

wash your mouth out with soap.

- Daddy says it.

- Well, Daddy's a man.

Can you give me a ride sometime too?

- She's real busy. She got work to do.

- Sure I can, Joey.

Thanks! Can she ride on the

merry-go-round with us tomorrow too?

- GARY:
Don't know why not, if...

- Neato! That's neato!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Before you excuse yourself, young man,

you help Grandma clear the table.

We got white cake later, if you want.

- Oh, I love white cake.

- I do hate those store-bought cakes.

All smell of the Cellophane

they're wrapped in.

I always bake my cakes from scratch.

No matter if anybody else does.

- Not just cake, but everything's changing.

- Don't get yourself all riled up, Mom.

- You know it ain't right.

- You know I know it, Mom.

It just ain't the same country

I grew up in, that's all.

The bad just pushes out the good.

- There's filth and trash everyplace.

- Mom.

Sorry. I'll just go and get my white cake.

Well, it's hard around here.

Old people losing their past.

Young people losing their farms.

- Nobody does anything about it.

- I know. I grew up in a town just like this.

- Was that picture taken in...

- Oh.

- Mom, I asked you not to put this out.

- Well, I like it.

Hey, this is the best white cake

in the whole white world, isn't it?

- You hush.

- It is.

( BAND MUSIC )

(SCREAMING)

(SQUEALS) Yeah!

- No, more, Dad!

- Aaah!

Yes!

KATIE:
Oh, let's go by Uncle Sam.

- GARY:
I'll take one of you guys together.

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