Marie: Paul, I never knew you were so conservative.
Paul: I’m not conservative.
Marie: Sure you are. You always seem to want things to be just like they used to
Paul: That’s not conservative. That’s just smart. (to Cheryl) Thanks.
Marie: That’s the definition of conservative.
Paul: Really? Well, I didn’t know you were so radical.
Marie: What makes you think I’m radical?
Paul: You always want to change everything.
Marie: No, I don’t. I just want our government to realize that it’s the twenty-first
century and they need new ways of doing things. (to Cheryl) Thank you.
Paul: That sounds radical to me.
Marie: Bob, tell him I’m not a radical.
Bob: She’s not a radical. She’s a liberal. Like me.
Marie: I wouldn’t call you a liberal.
Bob: Oh, really?
Marie: I’d say you’re more of a moderate. You’re always in the middle.
Bob: If I want to be a liberal, I’ll be a liberal. (to Cheryl) Thank you, honey.
Marie: You can be whatever you want, you just can’t be one thing and call it
Paul: Listen to you. You’re like a little dictator.
Marie: I studied politics in school. I know something about the definitions of
Paul: Is that so? So what is Cheryl? A radical? Moderate? Conservative?
Marie: Who knows? She’s not saying.
Paul: Cheryl, what are you? Would you mind telling us that much?
Cheryl: OK. You want to know what I believe? I believe . . . I believe . . . I believe
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