[the Senator is about to announce his re-election campaign]
Caitlyn Van Horne: Pierce, hurry upstairs and change. The Press will be here soon.
Pierce Van Horne: Mother, you promised I wouldn't have to wear those dumb footsie pajamas again.
Caitlyn Van Horne: They're not dumb. They're terribly cute. The Press, Pierce, remember the Press.
Pierce Van Horne: Mother - Mother look at me, please. I am not a photo opportunity.
Caitlyn Van Horne: Oh, sweetheart, don't be so hard on yourself. You're adorable.
[desperate, he turns to his father for help]
Pierce Van Horne: Dad?
Theodore Van Horne: I'll try.
[a quick glance at his wife]
Theodore Van Horne: I'll fail.
Pierce Van Horne: I'm gonna be in therapy for the rest of my life. Forget it. I won't do it.
Caitlyn Van Horne: Really. Well, your father and I were planning on having dinner with you one night this week. I guess we can just forget about that.
Pierce Van Horne: Okay.
[he takes the PJs and goes upstairs to change]
Caitlyn Van Horne: If I ever talked back to my mother like that...
Theodore Van Horne: ...you'd probably lose a leg.
