Khadijah: Max, you don't know how hard this was for me. But I have a responsiblity to my readers to endorse the best candiate. And all you keep doing is spouting these tired cliches.
Max: Hey, the proof is in the pudding. Look, hold up here. Let's just deal with the real. This is about you and me and a little thing called jealously.
Khadijah: What the devil are you talkin' about?
Max: Well, see up until now you've been the self-appointed leader of our little four-some, the great provider. Syclaire needs a job, work for Khadijah, Regine needs a place to live, live with Khadijah. And suddenly, I'm on the verge of winning this election without any help from you, and mother cannot stand to share the spotlight, can she?
Khadijah: You know Max, I stand corrected. Here I was thinking you weren't ready for public office. But you are shady, trifling and you spit more garbage than any politician I ever heard.
Max: Why, thank you, Khadijah. But you know, it's too late to endorse me now.