Enjolras: Andrew Jackson, in the main foyer of his White House, had a big block of cheese.
Combeferre: Huh.
Enjolras: I am making a mental list of those who are snickering, and even as I speak I am preparing appropriate retribution. The block of cheese was huge - over two tons. And it was there for any and all who might be hungry.
Combeferre: Enjolras, wouldn't this time be better spent plotting a war against a country that can't possibly defend itself against us?
Enjolras: We can do that later, Combeferre. Right now I'm talking about President Andrew Jackson.
Courfeyrac: Actually, right now, you're talking about a big block of cheese.
Enjolras: And Courfeyrac goes on my list!
Courfeyrac: What about Combeferre?
Enjolras: I'm unpredictable. Jackson wanted the White House to belong to the people, so from time to time, he opened his doors to those who wished an audience.
Marius: And then he locked the doors behind them and made them eat two tons of cheese.
Enjolras: It is in that spirit...
Courfeyrac: Hang on. Marius doesn't go on the list?
Enjolras: Marius is new.
Courfeyrac: So it's just me... on the list?
Enjolras: Yes. It is in the spirit of Andrew Jackson that I, from time to time, ask the Amis to have face-to-face meetings with those people representing organizations who have a difficult time getting our attention. I know the more jaded among you, see this as something rather beneath you. But I assure you that listening to the voices of passionate citizens is beneath no one, and surely not the peoples' servants.
Grantaire: [walks in with Jehan] Sorry, we're late. Is it "Total Crackpot Day" again?
Enjolras: Yes, it is.
Courfeyrac: And let us please note that Grantaire does not go on the list
