In this scene, Barack Obama and Joe Biden are in the bodies of their younger selves in 1985. They walk and talk on the sidewalk in New York City. At this point in the timeline, they have also just learned that Obama no longer becomes President in the future. Joe is devastated. They walk and talk.
Joe: It’s not healthy to hold it all in.
Barry: Hold what in?
Joe: The unbridled rage you are entitled to by having your entire legacy, everything you’ve worked for over the last three decades of your life, taken away! The crushing disappointment you must feel in having every achievement you unlocked re-locked, every barrier and ceiling you broke through repaired and reenforced, of having your historic footsteps in the sands of time permanently erased! Millions, billions of souls screaming out all at once and falling on deaf ears. If not for yourself, then for humanity! You must feel something!? Barry delights in discovering a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.
Barry: Ha!
He lights one and begins to take a deep drag. Joe throws the cigarette to the ground and smashes it with his foot.
Joe: Barack Hussein Obama as your best friend and Vice President in a parallel universe we’ll converge with hopefully soon, I hereby COMMAND you to be full of righteous fury or extreme moping or anything other than cool. This instant! And that’s an order!
