At the DNC. Rev. Al Sharpton, rushing from point A to point B, gets waylaid by a reason staffer. Another person horns in, and the following fragmented exchange occurs:
Fan: Reverend, Reverend! Can you sign my pocket Constitution?
Sharpton: (distracted) I won't sign anything I haven't read.
Sharpton rushes off, leaving a disappointed autograph seeker in his wake.