"Little by little we're blending and merging until one day we're all going to be one united people, living and working and dancing together like the news, or Ally McBeal, or the people that work at Saturn! And we've gotta stop it before it's too late!"

"It's time to release our secret weapon. I call it... Black Man's Kryptonite."

"They look at you and all they see is a threatening black man. They look at me and all they see are my full breasts and my narrow waist that tapers to my pert backside. It's just not fair."

"A girl needs friends, Anton. Would you like to be my friend?"

"You're so sweet. And cute, too, in a Theo Huxtable kind of way."

""Atomic core", eh? Let's see what this so-called button does."

"Your body's slammin'. Let's get to jammin'."

"Gimme a pillow case. I'm joinin' the Klan!"

"Oooh, right up the pooper!"

"Jesus Christ, black man. Babe Ruth, black man. Madonna... sleeps with black men."

"I never trusted that Colonel. Slaves cooked that chicken! Ain't no white man know about no sixteen herbs and spices and giblets!"

"The computer! Another idea stolen from the black man!"

"Oh, shit! It's Macy Grey with pork chop sideburns!"

"Hey, look out, black man, he's got a gun! (gunshot) I'm hit, but my vest caught it, bitch!"

"Let me tell you something about the word "good", brother. "Good" is an ancient Anglo-Saxon word "Go-od" meaning "absence of colour", i.e. "It's all Good" which it is, or "Good Will Hunting", meaning, "I'm hunting niggers". So when you say "Good Morning" to me, what you're really saying is "I'm going to kill your black ass first thing in the morning"!"

"You mess with the 'fro... you got to go."

"There's times for falling apart, and there's times for gettin' funky. This is one of those funky times!"

"It's time to say goodbye to Anton Jackson... and say "what it is" to Undercover Brother."

"Caucasian overload! Caucasian overload!"

"Who the hell are you, woman?! You're the Grim Reaper, ain'tcha?! I don't wanna go to hell!"

"Holy Motown!"