: You stupid prole. Can't you see you're being TAKEN? GET OUT OF THAT FANCY RESTAURANT, WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
: (Umm ... That'll be a table for two please ... Yes, me and my ... uhh ... "revolutionary proletariat people's escort". And yes, of course she's lovely, you reactionary scum - now stop staring, or you'll get some quick proletarian justice, I can tell you!)
: Come now, how long can this farce go on ...
: The Evil One
Kind of begs the point that there isn't a whole lot of discretionary income in a true socialist state to be pretentious with.
Break out the caviar and the Moet, Evil One - let's toast to America and thank God for our blessings! Let's not begrudge the annointed their hope. We need them for specimens in the museum of enlightenment.