Stan: (Wearing a moustache) Good day, ma'am. I'm a friend of your child. He or she has asked me to take you to a wonderful retirement home.
Old Lady: How lovely.
Stan: (Takes her inside an SUV) Right in here, ma'am.
Old Lady: Oh. You're such a nice, young...
(Stan shuts car door, drives off in his own car)
Old Lady: Hello? Am I supposed to vote now?