Choate

It's him. (pointing at Morty) It's your son. Now I know where I saw him. He stole my marble rye.

Morty

My son never stole anything. He's a good boy.

Ralph

They should lock him up.

Choate

(pointing at Morty) Like father, like son. (thumps table) I change my vote. I vote to impeach!

B

Me too. I change my vote.