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“Boy da way Glenn Miller played,”
“Songs I’ve heard on my I-pod today”
“Gee, those S&L’s were great”

“Those were the days!”

“Didn’t need no welfare state!”
“Enron contributions pulled the weight.”
“Gee my Exxon stock did great!”

“Those were the days!”

“And you knew who Jews were then!”
“Girls was girls and Larry Craig just friends”
“Mr. we could use a man like W in there again (piano trill) Me!
“Everybody seemed content, no unhappy lobbyists”

“Those were the days!!”

Our scene opens with the McCain family at their one-story, 10,000 square foot brownstone outside of Phoenix. Johnny enters through the front door and puts his hat and coat on the rack and sits down in his chair.

“Cindy! I’m home.”

Cindy runs through the kitchen door to greet him. “How was your job today, Johnny?”

“It was terrible, Cindy. Bring me a beer, huh?”

“I’ll bring it to you right away, Johnny!”

She runs from the room and returns with a Budweiser. “Oh Jeez, Cindy, just cause your old man owns part of the company and made us wealthy don’t mean that I want to drink that swill. Bring me a Heineken, hell they's gonna buy us out anyway, filthy Krauts!”

“No, Johnny, it’s the Belgians that are going to buy us out!”

“Well, they's the Krauts neighbors, ain’t they?”

She returns with the Heineken. “Here you go, Johnny.”

“The opener, Cindy? The opener? Oh jeez, I’m an injured war hero here and I gotta open my own beer here? Huh!”

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Lively example of McC domestic dialogue-- but I do... by martinweiss on Monday, Aug 4, 2008 at 4:54:52 PM