Simon: Bad news,Dad. Your polls are dropping. 

Ethan: what do you mean?

Simon: You never share food anymore. 

Ethan: Sure I do, I made lamb and stuffed it into pita bread….

 
Simon: ….yeah?

Ethan: and then we brought it to Mom. Remember ?

Simon: Not the same thing,Dad.

Ethan: Well, you have to pose for mom. That way we both get re-elected for another term. 

Simon: I’m pretty sure you got this in the bag,Dad. 

  
Simon: Elect Simon,Bacon for everyone.