Narrator: Unaware that he was being cuckolded by his brother, George, Sr. was struggling to find money to bribe Herbert Love.
Hors D'oeuvre Server: Didn't someone die in one of these things?
George Sr.: Oh, no, not in one of ours.
Narrator: Although his pitch had lost some of its luster.
George Sr.: And, you know, I mean, it's better than dying in the snow. I mean, not that you'll die, but if you had to choose... Uh, I mean Brr! You know?
Hors D'oeuvre Server: Mmm-hmm. Well, I'll think about it. Would you like a mini-quiche?
George Sr.: Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were a successful Republican strategist. I'm so sorry.
Hors D'oeuvre Server: Why, 'cause I'm black?
George Sr.: Oh, no...