Graham: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
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Shereen: They think we're Arab. When did Persian become Arab?
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Lara: [referring to the impenetrable cloak] He doesn't have it!
Elizabeth: [confused] He doesn't have what?
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Anthony: It's just black people demeaning other black people, using that word over and over. You ever hear white people callin' each other "honky" all the time? "Hey, honky, how's work?" "Not bad, cracker, we're diversifying!"
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Rick: Why do these guys have to be black? No matter how we spin this thing, I'm either gonna lose the black vote or I'm gonna lose the law and order vote!
Karen: You know, I think you're worrying too much. You have a lot of support in the black community.
Rick: ll right. if we can't duck this thing, we're gonna have to neutralize it. What we need is a picture of me pinning a medal on a black man. The firefighter - the one that saved the camp or something - Northridge... what's his name?
Bruce: He's Iraqi.
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[talking on the phone]
Officer Ryan: What's your name?
Shaniqua: My name is Shaniqua Jackson.
Officer Ryan: Shaniqua. Big fucking surprise.
[a pissed Shaniqua gasps and hangs the phone up]
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Graham: Fuck you very much. Thanks for thinking of me.
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Jean: I would like the locks changed again in the morning.
Rick: You what?... Look, why don't you just go lie down, ok? Have you checked on James?
Jean: Well of course I've checked on James. I've checked on him every five minutes since we've been home. Do not patronize me. I want the locks changed again in the morning.
Rick: Shhhh. It's ok. Just go to bed, alright?
Jean: Okay, didn't I just tell you not to treat me like a child?
Maria: I'm sorry Mrs. Jean. It's okay, I go home now?
Rick: It's okay. Thank you very much for staying Maria.
Maria: You're welcome. No problem. Goodnight Mrs. Jean.
Jean: [rudely] Goodnight. I would like the locks changed again in the morning. And you know what, you might mention that next time we'd appreciate it if they didn't send a gang member...
Rick: A gang member?
Jean: Yes, yeah.
Rick: What do you mean? That kid in there?
Jean: Yea. The guy in there with the shaved head, the pants around his ass, the prison tattos.
Rick: Oh come on. Those are not prison tattos.
Jean: Oh really? And he's not gonna go sell our key to one of his gang baner friends the moment he's out our door?
Rick: Look, you've had a really tough night. I think it'd be best if you'd go upstairs right now and...
Jean: And what? Wait for them to break in?
[yelling]
Jean: I just had a gun pointed in my face...
Rick: You lower your voice.
Jean: [yelling] ... and it was my fault because I knew it was gonna happen. But if a white person sees two black men walking towards her and she turns and walks away, she's a racist, right? Well I got scared and I didn't do anything and ten seconds later I had a gun in my face. Now I am telling you, your amigo in there is going to sell our key to one of his homes and this time it would be really fucking great if you acted like you gave a shit!
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Cameron: [to Anthony] You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.
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Jean: Do you want to hear something funny?
Maria: What's that Mrs. Jean?
Jean: You're the best friend I have.
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Officer Ryan: You think you know who you are?
[Officer Hanson nods]
Officer Ryan: You have no idea.
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Anthony: Look around! You couldn't find a whiter, safer or better lit part of this city. But this white woman sees two black guys, who look like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear. I mean, look at us! Are we dressed like gangbangers? Do we look threatening? No. Fact, if anybody should be scared, it's us: the only two black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the triggerhappy LAPD. So, why aren't we scared?
Peter: Because we have guns?
Anthony: You could be right.
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Graham: [on the phone] Mom, I can't talk right now, I'm having sex with a white woman.
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Graham: [Ria is Latin] Mom, I can't talk right now, I'm having sex with a white woman.
[hangs up, and Ria gets out of bed.]
Graham: What's up, baby, where you going?
Ria: Well, last I checked, I was white - and you were jerking off in the shower.
Graham: Oh, come on. I would have said a Mexican, but I don't think it would have pissed her off so much!
Ria: Okay, here's a little geography lesson. My mother was from Puerto Rico, and my father was from El Salvador and *neither* of those are in Mexico!
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Anthony: You could fill the Staple Center with what you don't know.
Peter: The Kings are playing tonight.
Anthony: Man, I know you just pretend to like hockey to piss me off!
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Lara: I'll protect you, Daddy.
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Officer Hanson: Something else funny?
Peter: [laughing] People, man... people.
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Daniel: You thinking about that bullet that came through your window?
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Cameron: I don't need your help, man.
