[Mitt Romney is walking along Central Park South on a dark, November night, wheeling a suitcase as he searches for his hotel. He stops and looks around as people hurriedly pass by on all sides.]
Mitt Romney: Excuse me, sir, could you direct me to the nearby J.W. Marriott Hotel?
[Man ignores Romney, continues walking.]
Mitt Romney: Ma’am, I’m trying to get to the Marriott.
Woman: I don’t care.
Mitt Romney: Hello, friend, could you please —
Man: I don’t have any change.
[Romney takes a moment to gauge his surroundings. He turns into the park and is now wandering in the opposite direction of his hotel. A gust of wind blows, and Romney pulls his jacket collar tight over his neck.]
Mitt Romney: So cold. So … very cold.
