It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., 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.
Come on now! This is America. Time is money.
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!"
You think you know who you are? You have no idea.
They think we're Arab. When did Persian become Arab?
I am angry all the time... and I don't know why.
I just couldn't stand see that man take away your dignity.
Look at me. You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.
I didn't ask for your help, did I?
I'll protect you, Daddy.
It's a really good cloak.
Listen. You can give me the gun, or give me back the money, and I'm really hoping for the money.
She had these little stubby wings, like she could've glued them on, you know, like I'm gonna believe she's a fairy. So she said, "I'll prove it." So she reaches into her backpack and pulls out this invisible cloak and she ties it around my neck. And she tells me that it's impenetrable. You know what impenetrable means? It means nothing can go through it. No bullets, nothing. She told me that if I wore it, nothing would hurt me. And I did. And my whole life, I never got shot, stabbed, nothing. I mean, how weird is that?
Ahh! Oh, my God. What the hell is wrong with you people? Uh-uh! Don't talk to me unless you speak American!