by Simon Rich
Zoe: Dad, I'm throwing a party tonight, so you'll have to stay in your room. Don't worry, thoughone of my friends brought over his father for you to play with. His name is Comptroller Brooks and he's roughly your age, so I'm sure you'll have lots in common. I'll come check on you in a couple of hours. (Leaves.)
Comptroller Brooks: Hello.
Mr. Higgins: Hello.
Comptroller Brooks: So . . . um . . . do you follow city politics?
Mr. Higgins: Not really.
Comptroller Brooks: Oh.
Zoe: I forgot to tell youI told my friends you two would perform for them after dinner. I'll come get you when it's time. (Leaves.)
Comptroller Brooks: Oh, God, what are we going to do?
Mr. Higgins: I know a dance . . . but it's pretty humiliating.
Comptroller Brooks: Just teach it to me.
Lobbyist: If you fail to pass this proposition, it will lead to the deaths of thousands. Any questions?
Senator: Why are you wearing a sailor suit?
Lobbyist: My children decided to dress me this way, on a whim. I told them it was an important day for me, but they wouldn't listen.
Senator: It's adorable.
Lobbyist: O.K. . . . but do you agree with the proposition? About the war?
Senator: Put on the cap.