"Morning, Mister Romney. Can you spare some change?"
"You're not Mitt Romney? Well, of course you are, anyone could easily spot you. That demure smile, your peculiar walk with those awkward small steps, as if your shoes are too big for you--like a little boy trying to wear his father's shoes. And, then, that posture, like you're carrying heavy baggage."
"Ah, you say you 'might be, Mitt Romney.' So, now that you have almost confirmed what I suspected, could you spare some change?"
"You don't have any change! 'Just large bills,' you say. Well, how large?"