"Then what objection could you possibly have to a security assessment for you and your family?"
"For a part time minimum wage job? Doesn't that strike you as being excessive, as well as absurd and a waste of everyone's time and energy? I also consider it an invasion of our privacy."
"I see. So you're one of those."
"One of what?"
"The type that's always yapping about their individual rights at a time when the country is under siege from terrorist threats from home as well as abroad and must be exceedingly cautious about who works where."
"I resent your characterization of me as yapping, which is in effect calling me a dog. I'm expressing myself in what is supposed to be a society in which freedom of speech is deemed an inherent right of the people."
"Are you a communist, Mr. Foreman?"
"What? No, I am not a communist."
"Then why would you have so much trouble answering the first question?"
"Unbelievable. I bring up freedom of speech, the First Amendment of our constitution, and your response is to call me a communist? First I'm a yapping dog and now I'm a commie. Were Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, John Adams, and the other founding fathers communist dogs?"
"I did not call you a communist. I merely asked if you are one. Why are you getting so defensive, Mr. Foreman? Did I hit a nerve, perhaps?"
"More than you know, Withers."
"What's a communist, dad?"
"Later, Jason. Listen, Withers, in this country you need probable cause to go digging into someone's private life. This is one reason we have a constitution in the first place, to protect ourselves from the intrusion of government into our personal affairs."
"Yes, yes, I've heard all that before. Go stand on a soapbox somewhere if you like, Foreman, but if you don't fill out the questionnaire and submit to a security check, your son doesn't get hired."
"Keep the job, Withers. Jason, we are out of here."