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and the other couple, I mean,

they're just kind of

backing away from her,

you know, not sure.

What do you think?

I didn't know your wife

was such a racist.

Shut up, Allan.

Wh-What do you think?

Allie?

It's great.

I think it's kind of funny.

Is it... Is it too offensive?

I don't think so.

Were you even listening?

Yeah. I just... I don't get

why you're asking me.

Come on, Allie.

Are you serious?

I mean, you're the only black...

uh, the only African-American

writer in the room.

Way to point out

the obvious, Bill.

I just don't get why you would think

that I would know if that's bad or not.

It's a misunderstanding.

It's funny.

Anybody who thinks that's racist

is probably some

uptight black a**hole

who wishes somebody

would call him a monkey

so he could complain about it.

Finding reasons to complain

is just another form of laziness,

and honestly I don't have

the time or the tolerance for it.

You do know those lids

come off, right?

Thank you, class.

You did good.

See you tomorrow.

Mr. Aston.

Yeah, Tina?

Um, you know how you

were talking about that...

talking about

Martin Luther King last week

and how he, you know,

put himself in harm's way

so that others

could have a better life?

Sure do.

Well, my mom and I went online

and read some more about him.

Really?

Yeah, and, um,

it made me sad

what happened to him.

I was wondering,

do you think the world

would have been a better place

if he hadn't been killed?

I don't know,

but it sure became a better place

because he was alive.

Yeah. Yeah, that's true.

Well, thanks for

telling us about him.

Sure.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Do you love her?

Love? I'm starting

to think that I, uh...

I'm not so certain

what that word means.

You know, intellectually I do, but...

intimate love...

I seem to have emotionally

forgotten what that means.

She's like my mom.

They just insulate

themselves from reality.

It's like they're looking at life

through a windshield,

so thick that they could watch

a nuclear explosion.

I don't even have

a glass in mine...

and the Wind's whipping me

and making my eyes teary,

and I can barely even

keep them open.

- Great choices.

- Thanks.

I love this dress.

Did you see the adorable

little shoes that go with it?

- No.

- Oh, my gosh.

How cute are these?

Very. I'll get those, too.

Okay, great.

Are these gifts?

Um...

uh, this one is.

Okay. Your daughter's gonna

look so cute in this dress.

Uh, hey, sorry.

Excuse me.

You don't happen to know

whose dog this is, do you?

No. Sorry.

Well, It's just that

I found it in the street

running around the other day.

It didn't have a collar or anything.

She's cute.

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