Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, I can't vote
for Romney. I just can't. (Repeat)
“What's the matter? He's got what it
takes.”
“Mom, he's just Obama with white
skin.”
“That's not true. We need someone
who will turn things around.”
“Romney? You're kidding.”
“He's a hearty fellow. He'll do
fine.”
“You're kidding.”
“You want maybe it should be
Gingrich?”
“No, Gingrich is worse than
Romney."
“Santorum maybe?”
“Santorum maybe?”
“No, he's worse than Gingrich. OK,
OK, OK.”
“So are you gonna vote for Romney?”
“Yes, mom.”
“And be happy about it?”
“Yes, mom.”
“Write a big check to Romney...then
write an even bigger check to the SuperPac...”
“Mom, I haven't worked in two
years!!! Why the hell should I give him money?”
“Just give what you can.”
“Right, mom.”
“Knock on some doors, make some calls.”
“Knock on some doors, make some calls.”
“I'll do it but I won't like it.”
“Romney, Romney, he's a hit. Let's
go all the way with Mitt.
“Romney, Romney, he's a hit. Let's
go all the way with Mitt.”
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