I'm so sorry, Jamie.

I didn't know I had you hanging upside down until that last layer of gunk came off.

Well, we might as well go ahead and have kids.

I'm not afraid of changing diapers anymore.

Good job, Reese.

Hey, I am the victim here!

Those are my hopes and dreams you're scrubbing out of your cracks!

Anybody else hungry?

Oh, mother...

You know what?

I'm glad!

This is appropriate.

Now my life looks exactly how I feel.

How could you screw me over like that?

Because you were going to take that job,

and we are not going to let you throw your life away.

How is being rich throwing my life away?!

Because it's not the life you're supposed to have!

The life you're supposed to have is you go to Harvard,

and you earn every fellowship and internship they have.

You graduate first in your class,

and you start working in public service,

either district attorney or running some foundation,

and then you become governor of a mid-sized state,

and (then) you become president.

What?!

Of the United States.

Dad?

I'm sorry, son. It's true.

I thought you knew.

Our expectations started out much smaller,

but you just kept upping the ante.

What if I don't want to be president?

It's too late for that.

You're gonna do it.

Oh, really?

Have you decided my position on capital-gains tax cuts?

What are my foreign policy objectives?!

That doesn't matter.

What does matter is you'll be the only person in that position

who will ever give a crap about people like us.

We've been getting the short end of the stick for thousands of years,

and I, for one, am sick of it.

Now, you are going to be president, mister, and that's the end of it.

Did it ever occurred to you that I could have taken this job,

gotten really rich and then bought my way into being president?

Of course it did.

We decided against it.

What?!

Because then you wouldn't be a good president.

You wouldn't have suffered enough.

I've been suffering all my life.

I'm sorry, it's not enough.

You know what it's like to be poor,

and you know what it's like to work hard.

Now you're going to learn what it's like to sweep floors and bust your ass

and accomplish twice as much as all the kids around you.

And it won't mean anything because they will still look down on you.

And you will want so much for them to like you,

and they just won't.

And it'll break your heart.

And that'll make your heart bigger and open your eyes

and finally you will realize

that there's more to life than proving you're the smartest person in the world.

I'm sorry, Malcolm,

but you don't get the easy path.

You don't get to just have fun and be rich

and live the life of luxury.

That's Dewey.

Really?

This is unbelievable.

You actually expect me to be president.

No, no, I'm sorry.

You expect me to be one of the greatest presidents

in the history of the United States.

You look me in the eye and you tell me you can't do it.