Mitt Runner: We Demand Proof Mitt Romney was Born or Assembled on Earth

Charlie Rose: You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down...

Mitt: What one?

Charlie Rose: What?

Mitt: What desert?

Charlie Rose: It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical.

Mitt: But, how come I'd be there?

Charlie Rose: Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a tortoise, Mitt. It's crawling toward you...

Mitt: Tortoise? What's that?

Charlie Rose: You know what a turtle is?

Mitt: Of course!
Charlie Rose: Same thing.

Mitt: I've never seen a turtle... But I understand what you mean.

Charlie Rose: You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Mitt.

Mitt: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Rose? Or do they write 'em down for you?

Charlie Rose: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.

Mitt: What do you mean, I'm not helping?

Charlie: I mean: you're not helping! Why is that, Mitt?

[Mitt has become visibly shaken]