Hi, Mom!

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John Winnicove:
I don't mean to push you...

Jon Rubin:
And I'm...

John Winnicove:
...but we have to get off the air now.

Jon Rubin:
But...

John Winnicove:
Do you have anything...

Jon Rubin:
Are you...

John Winnicove:
...that you would just like to say in summary?

Jon Rubin:
Well, uh, I would like to say something, uh if you don't mind.

John Winnicove:
No, of course not.

Jon Rubin:
Uh, I'd like to say hello to my mother, if you don't mind.

John Winnicove:
Uh, of course.

Jon Rubin:
Hi, mom!

Jeannie Mitchell:
[camera pans across a huge vacant lot of gray dirt fronting unremarkable older buildings] This is the wonderful view we have from the living room and bedroom windows. It's really nice because how many people in New York can look out their window and see this much space? Usually they're just looking into the side of another building or into somebody else's window.

Jeannie Mitchell:
[camera shifts back and forth between views of two equally-bland and characterless modern cement-block apartment buildings] This is the housing project across the street. It's not nearly as nice as the one we live in. This is our housing project. See? I don't like that one at all. This one is really pretty. It's really modern, and the cement blocks - all one color.

Jon Rubin:
We gotta go to those projects up there, with the silent middle class, in those projects, where they're sitting with their pipes right now, in their, in their chairs, reading the New York Times - you have to go up there and you have to blow their minds!

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Jon Rubin:
Uh, excuse me, sir? Sir? Sir - uh, are you the janitor of this building?