John: Any idea what they were protesting about? Rayne: I was getting the distinct impression they don’t care for the rich. John: So they’re rudderless? Rayne: They were, until they appointed me their leader. John: And yet you’re here. Rayne: It’s cold outside. Rayne: Besides, I’m sending a proxy. Rayne: Leave the jacket here, Trump. Urchin: Yes, sir.