Cameron: Good morrow!
Alex: Oh, boy.
Cameron: Oh, what is all this strange garb you adorn? Are you trappers from the Canadian provinces? Are you here to sell your beavers?
Boy: Who are you?
Cameron: The 64-pence question. I crossed the Delaware during the revolutionary war. I spent a brutal winter in valley forge. Who am I?
Alex: I-I have no idea. I-I swear I don't know who this man is.
Cameron: I'm George Washington, of course.
Alex: Our syllabus says we're supposed to cover Native Americans on the Eve of Colonization.
Cameron: Yes. Native Americans. Indians! A majestic, peaceful people, who lived off the land and cried when they saw litter.
Alex: The textbook says many tribes were often at war, with allegiances shifting all of the ti-
Cameron: Shifting all the time!
Boy: So, were the Indians friends with the colonists or not?
Cameron: Ah! Yes. I know one Indian who was friends with a construction worker, biker, and traffic cop. [laughs] Uh, do y- Nothing? Seriously, nothing? Okay, your parents are gonna love that joke.