Sliders s01e07 Episode Script

Can somebody get that hole a bit nearer the ground sometime? (groans) Well, wherever we are, it's roughly six and a half weeks till the next world.
I'm getting awfully tired of the landing on my butt.
Can't you do something about that? You know I can't.
I think you ask just to annoy me a little.
Actually, I ask to annoy you a lot.
Little by little I'm getting even with you, Q-Ball I'm telling you for dragging me into this cosmic mess.
Well, maybe our journey's at an end.
Take a look around.
If this is home, there should be a news vendor's called "Bernie's" just at the entrance to the park.
Professor: Wait a minute.
I recognize this place.
If we're home, they should be selling the best hot pretzels in the world.
Ah! A sign.
A very good sign.
They look every bit as good as the pretzels in our world.
Fine, let's keep moving.
Maybe we can head downtown and see if we're really home.
Ah-ah-ah, don't be too hasty, Mr.
Mallory.
A taste test might be quite appropriate at this juncture.
I got 31 c.
I've got a $5 bill, but I am not wasting it on a lousy pretzel.
"Wasting it"? I haven't eaten since yesterday.
None of us have.
And why should you get to have a pretzel? I'd like a pretzel just as much as you.
This is ridiculous.
We'll divide it two ways.
Three ways.
Four ways.
Professor: It would help to have a larger sample to be certain.
But I'm reasonably sure that this pretzel is identical to those at home.
Vendor: Would you folks mind holding it down? You know the President's about to speak? You mean, President Clinton? Of course I mean Clinton.
Who else? That clinches it, we're home.
You know, I feel sorry for the Prez being married to that loudmouth.
It's no wonder the Republicans are taking control.
TV: Ladies and gentlemen the President of the United States.
My fellow Americans, I speak to you tonight from the White House.
The recent compromises in my health care reform Quinn: What if you could find brand new worlds right here on Earth, where anything is possible? Same planet, different dimension.
I found the gateway.
(theme music plays) According to the almanac, the U.
S.
Congress, the board of directors of just about every company on the Fortune 500 all female.
And look who's the Pope.
Hey, check out the "Sports Monthly" Swimsuit Edition.
It's men in tiny Speedos.
(chuckling) Evidently we've landed on a world where women are in authority and men are relegated to a second-class status.
Gender discrimination's no laughing matter, regardless of who has the upper hand.
Listen to "Professor Equal Opportunity" all of a sudden.
Come on you two, we're tired and we're cranky.
Besides, we have more immediate concerns.
We've got six and a half weeks on this world, and there's about $3.
98 left in the kitty after the Professor's pretzel.
Unless we want to spend the night sleeping in the park, we're going to have to get a job.
Rembrandt: You don't remember me But I remember you 'Twas not so long ago You broke my heart in two Tears on my pillow Pain in my heart Sure, I understand.
Thanks anyway.
Any luck? No dice.
The only jobs I'm qualified for are a nanny situation out in Napa, and a nude photographer's model.
How's it going with Rembrandt? Another $7.
00.
(coins jingle) I'll be glad when you guys find work.
I've been singing seven hours straight.
- You're not supposed to abuse your instrument like this.
- Keep it up, Mr.
Brown.
Another couple of songs and we'll be able to afford a motel room.
You don't sing? Tears on my pillow Pain in my heart Caused by you Ah ah.
Oh.
(hissing) What's that? Cheese.
That is not cheese.
Brie is cheese! Camembert is cheese.
This is yellow plastic.
I'll take it.
Ugh.
Oh How'd it go? I got the job! - Yes! - (Wade laughs) Bananas! Fresh fruit! It's fantastic.
I'm overseeing the computer installation in the mayor's office.
It's so cool.
She's this incredibly together woman.
Oh I even got a cash advance.
Maybe now we can move to a bigger motel room, and I won't have to sleep in the bathtub.
Ah! Cheese! Wade: Wait, it gets better.
Lois Auchincloss is the mayor's executive administrator.
There's an election coming up and they're restaffing for the campaign.
I think I can get you guys jobs! (elevator bell rings) Room 511, that would be Quinn: Here we go.
Woman: Hold it! Professor: Allow me, madam.
It would be my pleasure to press your button.
- Five.
- Oh, you're going to the fifth floor too.
There you are.
Chivalry is not dead.
How lucky for us.
Oh, a woman with a dry sense of humor, how delightful.
A man who presses buttons, how interesting.
There's far more to me than a sense of gallantry, madam as you yourself could find out over a fine candlelit dinner.
Now, that's very tempting, but I don't like large men, or men with beards, or phony English accents.
- (bell rings) - Other than that, you might have had a chance.
- Woman: Morning, Ms.
Ross.
- Good morning.
Congratulations, Professor you just hit on the mayor.
(softly) Ouch.
Mayor Ross's office.
Unbelievable! We've been waiting for nearly an hour.
Take it easy, Professor.
They're probably in a meeting.
At the risk of appearing sexist, I would venture to say it only goes to show that women have difficulty with schedules.
No wonder this society's in the mess it's in.
"Bold leadership for the 21 st century.
" With her scheduling, she'll probably be three years late for that.
What does she know about leadership anyway? Half the society's in chains.
Just goes to show, gentlemen, when a woman is intoxicated with power, she can be every bit as misguided as a man.
Mr.
Mallory.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
I'm Lois Auchincloss, Mayor Ross's executive administrator.
Come this way, please.
Attitude adjustment, Professor.
Try and stay cool.
Go and get a job, boy.
- Wish me luck.
- Back at you.
- (phone rings) - Man: Mayor Ross's office.
So you gonna be looking at that sports page? And read about women basketball players? I'd sooner watch paint dry.
Excuse me.
I couldn't help overhearing.
You seem to possess a pretty radical outlook.
You don't know the half of it.
Danny Eizenbach.
Your friend said you're some kind of professor? I'm Maximillian Arturo.
Regent's Professor of Cosmology and Ontology at the University of California.
Nice to meet you.
If it's any consolation, I had an interview scheduled two hours ago.
Not for the job in the mailroom? No, no, no, no.
I'm a journalist.
"Gentleman's Quarterly.
" It's a men's magazine.
Mostly fluff, but once in a while, we print something serious.
Listen, if this thing with the Ross campaign doesn't pan out, let me know.
I have something that might interest you.
- That's a nice jacket.
- Oh thank you.
I understand you're Wade's boyfriend.
Wade's great.
She's gonna have a bright future here.
You're a lucky guy.
Thank you.
Have a seat.
So the job's fairly straightforward.
We'll need you to open the office around 8:30, and make coffee for everybody I thought I was here to run your data processing system.
Oh.
Do you type? Sure.
I mean that's part of it, yeah.
Well a handsome man with typing skills more than we bargained for.
In addition, we'll need you to wear nice clothing, tapered jackets, print ties no bolo or string.
What you have on is perfect for a receptionist.
Do you have any questions for me? Good.
Then we'll see you bright and early.
That's it? I got the job? What more do you want? Congratulations.
Oh, Quinn tell Wade she's got great taste.
- (rings) - Hey, hold the elevator.
Thanks.
Thank you.
It's weird.
I got the impression she was sizing me up like a piece of meat.
- You got the job, though? - I guess.
I start tomorrow.
How'd you do? (grumbles) It seems they have no use for a middle-aged professor of physics in the typing pool.
Professor! Professor Arturo.
I'm glad I caught you.
You got a couple of minutes? I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.
What have we got to lose? I'll see you two later.
Professor: Gentlemen, I am the first to admit that women are men's equals frankly, we couldn't do without them.
But to allow one gender absolute power over another, is to invite chaos.
Well ahem to be frank, that's kind of what we wanted to talk to you about.
You see some of us are getting rather sick and tired of the "glass ceiling," Professor.
If you are born a male, you can only go so far, unless you're a domestic or you want to teach in a nursery school.
Danny: In business, in military, we all know the score.
Or politics.
Now, we believe that a man is just as capable of holding an elective office as a woman.
That's the whole reason this movement started.
Now, we've got a month and a half until the next election.
We have been turning over every stone looking for the right candidate.
And now we've found him.
- Me?! - You.
With God's help and a little luck, Maximillian Arturo will be the next mayor of San Francisco.
All: Hear, hear! It must have been quite a dinner.
Oh, it was, Mr.
Mallory.
A veritable feast.
Champagne, caviar, veal cordon bleu, and crepes suzette.
Okay, but, come on.
Just because they buttered you up and bought you dinner? You can't be serious.
- I am extremely serious.
- What about what you're always preaching? "No involvement with the locals.
" My thinking on that matter is subject to a process of evolution.
(scoffs) He sounds like a politician already.
The men of this world are laboring under a political system that is every bit as onerous as that of Communist China.
Now, if I can advance the cause of equality, or even raise public awareness of the issue, then I shall consider my time here well spent.
He's flipped.
On the contrary, Miss Wells, I have never been more sane.
Aren't you forgetting something kind of important, Professor? - What about the slide? - And what of it? The day of the election coincides with the day of our departure.
I haven't a chance of winning this election, but if I could make a reasonable showing, let others pick up the standard so that future generations may benefit.
There's no talking you out of this, is there? No, Mr.
Mallory there is not.
Rembrandt: They Asked me how I knew My true love was true Oh-hh-hh I just simply replied Something here inside That's great.
You're beautiful.
- Cannot be denied.
- (horn honks) - You're beeping me? - Mm-hmm.
You're good.
Thanks.
No, I mean, you're really good.
What are you doing singing for small change? My friends and I just got into town, and ran a little short of cash, so I thought I'd take advantage of my gift.
"Gift"that's a good word for it.
- I'm Serena Braxton.
- Rembrandt Brown.
Well, Rembrandt, I'm kind of in the music business myself.
I could introduce you to some record producer friends of mine.
They're always looking for new talent.
No, really? I mean I mean, you'd do that for me? Why don't we discuss it over lunch? Hop in.
Man (laughing) Hey, I'm all yours.
(softly) Not yet, honey, but you will be.
Maximillian Arturo standing for mayor.
Madam, I hope I get your vote.
Maximillian Arturo standing for mayor.
Sir, I trust I can get your vote? Election day is coming up.
We're gonna need your vote.
Maximillian Arturo standing for mayor, madam.
Ridiculous you should be ashamed of yourself.
Ignorant bovine! Hostility is not gonna win us a lot of votes, Mr.
A.
Well what do you suggest? Put a sticker on her bumper? You know how it works.
You have to schmooze 'em.
Kiss a few babies like right over there.
Here you go, take one of these.
- You want me to kiss that baby? - Got to get votes.
Sir, I need to kiss your baby.
- Father: No.
- Wait, come back.
Come on, stop being so Reporter: Mr.
Arturo, Mr.
Arturo? Come here, sir, come here! News anchor on TV: And finally, tonight, under the heading of "Believe it or not," Carol Johnson with the story of the man who would be mayor.
Johnson: Maximillian Arturo came to market to sell himself today, but no one seemed to be buying.
San Francisco is known for the unusual, from hippies, to earthquakes, to trolley cars, but nothing has so captured the public's fancy as the curiosity of a man who dares to buck the system.
(remote clicks) (sighs) They laughed at Ross Perot.
Wade: They still do.
Of course they're laughing.
Look at the history of this place.
Hundreds of years ago, women got sick and tired of watching men go off to war and kill each other, so they took over.
There's no war anymore, no violent crime.
That's beside the point.
Then what is the point? Face it, Professor, we are all tiptoeing around this great, big ego-trip of yours but the fact is, things are not so bad here.
You are just upset because you feel devalued and overlooked because of your sex.
Something that I have felt most of my life.
No society is perfect, but maybe we ought to stop and think for a change before we go trying to upset the whole apple cart.
Have you finished, woman? The truth of the matter is, Miss Wells, you are in an unaccustomed position of influence, and you don't wish to see it threatened.
He's impossible.
Maybe you can talk some sense into him after all, I am only a woman.
Yes.
Wow.
I'm not sure I deserve this.
First you buy me lunch, then you cook me this fabulous dinner.
Cook? Honey, what woman cooks? I use a caterer.
Oh.
Yeah, well, it's good.
(chuckles) Sweetheart, where have you been all my life? Ah, well that could take some explaining.
Mm-hmm.
Come on.
Whoo! I want to know everything about you.
It's not every day a woman meets the man of her dreams.
Most guys are such golddiggers.
All they care about is how much money you make what kind of car you drive.
Not you, though.
Well, so what about these record producers? All in time.
All in due time.
I'm gonna do something for you (moans) But first, you're gonna do something for me.
Mayor Ross makes great play of the fact that by removing men from positions of power in society aggression is limited.
Now, please, my friends, please, let us join together and build a society of true equals.
I want you there, folks.
I want you there to vote for me! We're gonna affect changes in this society.
We are going to build a dynamic society together! It's no longer going to be Mayor Ross and her cronies we're gonna have some men in there! (cheering, applause) Professor! Good news Mayor Ross is agreeing to the debate.
Yeah! What? Let me see that.
It just came in.
Head-to-head, single moderator, League of Men Voters.
Just the way we asked for.
I don't get it.
We have 7%/% of the vote.
What's she frightened of? Why do you think? Look at these headlines.
We're getting all this media play.
This campaign has triggered an enormous fault line in the American electorate.
You've hit a nerve no one knew existed, except for us.
(crashing) (aides yelling) Is everybody all right? Man: We're all right, it's only a brick.
You all right, Professor? Yes as Ronald Reagan said, "I'd rather have been in Philadelphia.
" Who's Ronald Reagan? (phone ringing) Hello? Hold on.
It's for you.
Arturo.
Woman: Next time it's a bomb.
You won't be warned again.
(groans) Mmm, Serena, baby.
(chuckles) (groans) Yes! Ah! This Earth traveling is all right.
Yeah.
Mmm.
Lookit here, lookit here! Aw, they fit too.
What do we got? Oh, yeah, I'm coming down for that coffee.
Oh, girl, you know how to treat a man.
Goodness knows the girl's got style.
(phone ringing) Phone, phone, where are you? - Hello? - Quinn: Rembrandt? - How's it going? - Man, I got something to tell you! You wouldn't believe last night.
At least somebody's having fun.
Did you see the papers today? There was a bomb threat last night at Arturo's headquarters.
- Bomb threat? - I can't talk long, but you've got to back me up.
This whole thing's gone way too far.
What are we supposed to do? Ask him to back out of it? Now that he's seen the firestorm it's causing, maybe that won't be so tough.
Not discounting his ego, though the publicity's given the campaign a boost.
- (phone rings) - Hold on a second.
Rembrandt, I'll call you back later, okay? Man, I can't wait to slide out of here.
- She didn't even call me.
- Are you gonna call her? And give her the satisfaction? I'm not gonna play mind games.
Coffee.
No thanks, I don't drink coffee.
Very funny.
She's asking you to brew some.
You need some help? It's okay.
I got it.
Did you hear? Maximillian Arturo is up to 20%/% .
- Pathetic.
- Why is it pathetic? Come on! A man in political office? Next you'll be telling me men should fly airplanes.
Who says they can't? Men have too much testosterone.
Look at women they only cycle once a month, men cycle every 20 minutes.
As many mood swings as I go through in an afternoon, - I wouldn't want to be in charge of anything.
- Boys, boys, boys.
We are trying to run a political campaign here.
Every call is a potential vote.
Come on.
Quinn, come with me.
Come on in, Quinn.
What's going on? We'd just like you to have a look at something.
And we'd like your opinion.
Go ahead and put it up.
Female narrator: Just who is Maximillian Arturo, and what do we really know about him? He claims to be a university professor, but when asked to provide an employment history he stonewalled.
He says he wants to "share power with women" in his campaign.
Have we forgotten the lessons of history? Bombastic ego, unprincipled aggression, loud obnoxious behavior? Max Arturo wants us to trust him with our children's future.
Can we take that chance? Re-elect Anita Ross, because the alternative is no novelty act it's dangerous.
(female announcer speaks) - What do you think? - What do you want me to say? You're a man.
Does it speak to you? Wade, can I talk to you for a minute? Excuse us.
Good morning, "Ross for mayor.
" - What the hell is going on? - I had nothing to do with that! Arturo is our friend, right or wrong.
That stuff about his lack of academic credentials could only have come from you! What are you talking about? It was on the front page of "The New York Times.
" - This is out of control.
- Don't blame me, okay? I am not the one running for mayor.
- I've got to talk to Arturo.
- What am I supposed to say to Mayor Ross? Tell her anything you want.
You know what? Tell her I quit.
(sighs) Great.
Male narrator: A man a dream, a vision.
Professor Maximillian Arturo.
A new kind of leader a sensitivity to the needs of all people, regardless of gender, political affiliation, or race.
Professor's voice: I am running because I really care.
I favor the good things in life.
I oppose the bad things in life.
A vote for Arturo means you care, too.
Together, we can make a difference.
I don't believe that anyone has ever captured my essence so beautifully.
That moment when I changed that disgusting little brat's diaper classic.
Quinn: Nice.
You "oppose the bad things" and support "the good things"? Really going out on a limb, I see.
Aide: He's addressed the core campaign issues.
Now it's time to let the people get to know the man within.
Are you here on your own behalf, Mr.
Mallory? Or were you sent as a spy by that woman? I quit her campaign, Professor.
I came here to see if maybe I can't talk some sense into you.
Hmmm, well, you're most welcome.
I am sure you will have a considerable contribution to make from your political credit.
How can I put it? I feel exhilarated.
I feel like Martin Luther King must have felt on the march on Selma.
You cannot be serious about continuing the campaign.
You made your point, but come on! We have 23%/% of the electorate.
Tracking says we can only go up.
Look, there are young boys on this world, young men who who can never dream of heading a company or being an astronaut, or even playing major league baseball.
How could I let them down? If you win this election you're gonna stay here, aren't you? (knocking) Hey, baby! You home a little early, aren't you? Who are you? I could ask that same question.
Ed Dunleavy.
Serena's boyfriend.
And what are you doing in my robe? Boyfriend? What do you mean, "boyfriend"? She didn't say anything about a boyfriend.
Yeah, well, we broke up, but I know she still loves me.
Okay, pal, where did she meet you, huh? Don't tell me a nightclub.
It was kind of like that.
I'm kind of surprised 'cause you're a heck of a lot older than her usual pick-ups.
If I'm a pick-up, how come I'm cooking dinner and you're the one dropping by for a visit? Okay okay, I deserved that.
Look, I'm a musician, she's a record promoter.
It's not like we're getting engaged or anything.
Oh now she's a record promoter.
She's not a record promoter? - Are you all right? - (sobs) I'm sorry.
My therapist says I'm still working through my relationship with Mom.
(Ed sobbing) I'm trying to recreate my sense of isolation as a child, so I get myself addicted to these abusive degrading relationships.
Look I don't mean to dump all this on you.
Hey, it's okay.
(deep sobbing) Don't you let her break your heart, "boyfriend," 'cause she'll steal your soul and never give it back.
(sobbing) Damn, I need a drink.
A star is born.
So much self-confidence, faith in himself.
Where does it all come from? - It's kind of a long story.
- He's unlike any man I've ever met.
There's no stopping him.
He doesn't know a damn thing about running a city.
Just let him get elected, we'll take care of the rest.
Man: Hey, here he comes! That's him.
Arturo! Looking good.
- He's got a gun! - (gunshots crack) Woman: Get Arturo in the car! It was a man.
Of course it was a man.
When did you ever hear of a female assassin? Wade, come on.
There are always going to be counterrevolutionaries threatened by any change in the status quo.
They think if men regain control wars will resume, children will be killed.
You really can't blame them for reacting like this, Professor.
It's not our world.
You imposed your value system on people who just aren't ready for it.
Maybe you're right.
The question is, what do I do now? It's obvious.
You withdraw from the race.
I can't withdraw from the race not after the consciousness that I've raised.
Think of the example it would set.
It would be generations before another man would dare raise his head.
You better think of something fast, Professor.
We slide on election night, and the big debate's tomorrow.
I am a serious musician, you dig? I've got gold records at home on my wall.
If only I could show them to you.
Rembrandt, you don't have to prove anything to me.
I don't? Don't you know how special you are? I knew it the moment I set eyes on you, looking so fine on that street corner.
I don't like the idea of being just another notch in your belt.
Guys with pass keys, silk undies in the closet Whoa, back up.
I'm a free agent.
- I thought we were fine on all that.
- We are, it's just Then what's the problem? I'm not really sure.
And when I get home tonight, we'll just put this whole unpleasant conversation behind us.
Wait a minute "home tonight"? Where are you going? I told you, I have a business dinner.
I made beef stroganoff.
I slaved for hours! And I thought afterwards we would go to The Blue Note.
They have open-mike night.
What do you expect me to do? Change my plans? If you loved me so all-fired much, you could spend a little time at home! You don't take my singing seriously, do you? Don't get your boxers in a bunch.
If you want to sing, jump right in.
You've got my undivided attention.
No, damn it! You're taking me for granted, Serena.
- What about my needs? - Needs? (scoffs) That's all I ever hear about are your needs.
It's getting to be a drag, Remmy.
It's over, kiddo.
This just isn't working for me anymore.
- I don't understand.
- Hi, it's Serena, do you have any messages for me? Don't let her get your goat.
She wants the voters to see your male aggressive side.
- Okay, okay.
- Rembrandt: Give 'em hell, man! You knew I had to come by and give the Professor a little moral support.
What happened to your fine friend? As soon as they start to tie you down, I hear the sound of that lonesome highway calling my name.
Then I know it's time to move on.
A man's got to do what a man's got to do.
- Amen! - Oh, yeah.
I'm gonna check the podium.
Don't want you to look too tall out there.
Professor? You're all set with what you're gonna say, right? Will you stop checking up on me? I find it impossible to think! The Professor's throwing the election.
- What? - Mr.
Mallory has impressed on me certain uncomfortable realities.
The truth of the matter is, I cannot simply withdraw from this election.
It will destroy all those who have pinned their hopes on me.
It will make it impossible for another man to stand for office.
So I have decided - to pull a "Muskie.
" - You're going fishing? I refer to Senator Edmund Muskie, the leading candidate in the 1972 election.
He made the mistake of weeping in the course of a particularly difficult question, as a result, his candidacy was instantly destroyed because he was perceived as a weakling.
They're ready for you onstage, Mr.
A.
I'm five points behind, one day to go.
I have to give a performance in there that will convince them not to elect me.
- Let's do it.
- Yeah.
Arturo.
Look, I have the greatest respect in the world for men.
My husband is a man I have two sons whom I love dearly.
I employ more males in my administration than any mayor's office since the great National Plebiscite gave women control in the first place.
As long as they work in the mailroom.
- Ross: Excuse me? - Nothing, please continue.
Keep your cool, Professor.
Ross: I simply don't believe that men are cut out for leadership, or the kind of cooperative brainstorming that running a large city entails.
That's why I need your vote tomorrow.
Remember, it is not about gender, it is about the future.
All right.
Come on, Professor.
You can do it.
I was going to address the problems of a society that calls itself a "democracy," and yet disregards half of its population, but I just want you to know that what Mayor Ross just said really hurt my feelings.
I'm sorry.
I don't know whether it's just the stress of the campaign or the expectations that people have of me, but right now, I'm a nervous wreck.
What the hell is he doing? The attack ads the endless articles attacking my character and my credibility I hope you're satisfied.
You have hurt me more than words can say.
I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I can't go on.
- Man: What? - Goodbye.
(crowd murmuring) That was quite a performance.
(muffled laughter) Well I guess I learned to cry over nothing just by watching you.
Thank you, man.
That means a lot.
Here comes the "brain trust.
" They don't look too happy.
It's okay.
"Insta-Poll" results.
You've alienated some of your core constituency, no doubt about it.
Oh my.
I'm truly apologetic for that shameful display.
Sorry? Every talking head is saying how you mopped the floor with her.
You should've heard Cokie Roberts! You're a political genius, Professor.
Give me that! The sympathy factor you were sensitive and human, open and honest we've got the momentum, Professor.
I really think we're gonna win this thing.
(staff applauding) News anchor on TV: In the early returns, Mayor Ross is leading Maximillian Arturo The network's still saying it's too close to call.
Professor: All right, thank you.
Two minutes, Professor, you've got to make a decision soon.
- I know, I know.
- I brought us some goodies for the slide.
- You're cutting it close.
- Don't worry, I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
What's he gonna do? He doesn't know yet.
I just came from Ross headquarters.
They've got her three points ahead.
She was You don't still think you can win, do you? I have never doubted it.
- Do you want to bet? - Name your stakes.
Wade: If you win, I'll give you a neck rub that'll put hair - back on that pointy little head of yours.
- And if I lose? If we don't make it home then you're my slave for the whole next slide.
Well, that's hardly fair.
Well, just how confident are you? One minute, Professor.
You've got to make up your mind.
News anchor: In a recent update, CNN has now declared incumbent Mayor Ross as the winner.
Based on the exit polls, CNN just called it - for Ross.
- Ha! See? Sorry, Mr.
A.
At least we gave it the good fight, huh? Everybody? When we started this campaign, we didn't expect to win, we just wanted to make a good showing.
Today, we have come that close.
We lost the battle you will win the war.
Thank you so much, and God bless you.
- (beeping) - I'll go write a dignified concession speech for you.
Professor.
- What are you gonna do? - Let's go.
Thank God.
Quinn: Come on, Professor, we haven't got all day.
Rembrandt, you coming? Quinn: After you, Wade.
Hey My luck, it'll land on edge.
Man: Wait a minute CNN's wrong! They've declared him the winner! (cheering) ABC and NBC say CNN's all wrong! They just declared you the winner! Professor? (calypso music plays) Water's great, Q-Ball.
Boy? Boy, I need a refill, please.
Thank you.
How long till we next slide? Nine days, five hours and 32 minutes.
Tell me the truth.
Did you vote for him? Me either.