Micah: I thought that because you looked like my mom, that I knew you.
Tracy: If I met you earlier in my political career, maybe I'd be more like my bio. But I'm not that person. I'm not your mom.
Micah: I know. You're nothing like her. My mom, who was the everyday American, was a hero. You're just a politician.
Tracy: And who are you? Che Guevara?
Micah: Che Guevara led a revolution. This is a rebellion. So whose side are you on? And "mine" is not an answer.