Paula: You know what, Dennis? I like you. I’m glad you decided to come back. You shine. There's something honest and sweet about you, and I can already tell you have a unique special-ness inside. People all over Berkeley and Madison, Austin and Portland will love you, I can already tell. And you remind me a little bit of Paul Tsongas, who I used to adore. I could listen to you forever, Dennis. Keep it up. Don’t stop believing. You’re a special candidate. Great job!
Simon: I completely disagree. He has bad hair -- look, we’re trying to find the best of the best here, and quite frankly I don’t know why you even bothered showing up tonight. You’ve wasted our time and yours. Bad. Structurally, systemically, you name it: bad. Odds are you’ll be out of a job in a few months, so you should start looking for another line of work. Perhaps go try your luck on Star Search or Crossfire, but if that’s the best you got, don’t bother.
Randy: Dawg, wut up? Talk to me, dawg, how’d you think you did? Cuz I don’t know, dawg. I really like what you’re saying and all that, but I just wasn’t feelin' you all the way, DK. You got that George McGovern thing going, but you seemed a little nervous, you know? Dude, we needed your A-game tonight. I'm torn because you really needed to bring it.
Simon: Okay, whatever. Yes or no? Paula? Randy?
Paula: All the way, Dennis. You glow, you really do.
Simon: Randy?
Randy: I say give him a chance. I say, yes. You’re going to Iowa, baby!!
