Three fuckin' peanut-butter sandwiches in a sack $1.50.
Cheap motel, $100.
There, I just saved you 325 bucks.
Oh, yeah. Get the cheap beer. Better yet, a flask down yer shorts. That's another 195.
Worse than most, too.
Still, he's a much better fit for Fuehrer of the mouth-breathing morons of America than a well-educated, thrice-married New York real estate speculator.