Swing Vote

SWING VOTE:

After a hotly contested race,

Americans go to the polls today...

in what promises to be

a very close election.

The Republican Andrew Boone,

hoping to hold on to the Oval Office...

by edging out...

the Democratic challenger

Donald Greenleaf.

Bud...

Bud.

Bud!

I'll call...

I'll call him back.

If we had a phone, you could.

Come on!

Goddamnit! It's cold.

We're gonna be late again.

You need a shower.

Can't believe

you slept in your clothes!

Leave me any hot water?

I don't know.

Water heater fix itself?

Christ, Molly! Why don't you

just take the day off, okay?

I'll write you a note.

Now!

I'm not going to tell you again!

Get up!

Bud!

Alright, I'm coming!

- What?

- Egg salad.

Again?

You like egg salad.

Well, not every damn day I don't.

You could mix it up a little.

We're on a budget.

You wanna eat better?

Drink less beer.

- Fine.

- Fine.

- And don't forget today.

- What's... what's today?

Election day, dummy!

I'm supposed to do a report

on you voting, remember?

I already told you before

I'm not even registered.

I registered for you

in the mail.

That's great,

I could get jury duty now.

- It's your civic responsibility.

- It's my civic, my what?

It's your civic responsibility.

My civic responsibility?

Where you learning this crap?

Mrs. Abernathy.

Well, stay away from her.

She's my teacher.

Sign this.

What is it?

A questionnaire. I'm supposed

to ask you about your politics.

Well, go ahead.

I already filled it in.

I wanted you to sound smart.

Give me

the first question anyway.

What's your political affiliation?

Alright,

I'm a conscious objector.

It's not a war, Bud. It's an election.

And you are an independent.

Independent? Why in the hell

would I be an independent?

Because the two party system...

has neglected the needs

of the working poor.

- Let me tell you something, baby...

- Here we go again.

The voting doesn't count

for a goddamn thing.

Just a way to make you feel

like you're in control of something.

It doesn't matter who you vote for,

we can't afford insurance and...

if you get sick, I'm gonna have

to start selling my blood again.

Mrs. Abernathy said every vote counts.

It's a social contract.

It's a social contract.

This Mrs. Abernathy is full of shit.

Meet me at the polling place

after work.

Fine.

You forgetting something?

Bud, screw this up

and I'm leaving you.

Do good!

Where...

Where the hell is Dewey?

He got laid off.

Bullshit! He got insourced.

Insourced?

Insourced. Instead of exporting

our jobs to Mexico...

they're importing Mexicans

to take our jobs.

You're paranoid,

you know that?

Attention! The opening

this morning is officially cancelled.

I can't even read

the damn signs no more!

Our days are numbered, fellas.

You mark my words!

These hombres work twice

as hard for half the money.

I just figure they need this job

twice as bad as us!

Whose side are you on?

I don't take sides, Lowell.

Just stating the obvious.

Next thing, they'll be taking

away our right to vote.

You voting, Bud?

It's a social contract,

isn't it?

Who are you voting for?

Shit if I know!

I think I picked up a couple shades.

Looks like an eight.

What do you think, Marty?

I don't like

the margin in Florida.

Bus some young Republicans down

to the polling stations in Palm Beach.

Make sure they're tall,

they're blonde and they're men.

Because old Jews see a pack

of angry young white males...

and they're gonna think twice

about getting out of their car!

Kennedy was a nine.

And he put a man on the moon.

That's what we need.

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