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anything you have to say seriously?

Do you have any idea how that felt?

To have that pig's hands all over me?

And you just stood there!

And then you apologized to him?

What did you want me to do?

Get us both shot?

They were gonna shoot us

on Ventura Boulevard! Pathetic.

Well, maybe you would've been satisfied

with just being arrested.

Oh, I get it. Much better to let him

shove his hand up my crotch

than get your name in the paper.

You finally got me

figured out, 'cause see,

that's exactly

what I was worried about right there.

Oh? You weren't afraid that

all your good friends at the studio

were gonna read about you in the morning

and realize he's actually black?

You need to calm down right now.

What I need is a husband who will not just

stand there while I am being molested!

They were cops for God sakes!

They had guns!

Maybe I should've let them

arrest your ass.

Sooner or later you gotta find out

what it is really like to be black.

F*** you, man.

Like you know.

The closest you ever came to being black,

Cameron, was watching The Cosby ShoW.

At least I wasn't watching it

with the rest of the equestrian team.

You're right, Cameron.

I got a lot to learn

'cause I haven't quite learned

how to shuck and jive.

Let me hear it again.

Thank you, mister policeman.

You sure is mighty kind

to us poor black folk.

You be sure to let me know next time

you wanna finger-f*** my wife.

How the f*** do you say

something like that to me?

You know, f*** you!

That's good. A little anger.

It's a bit late, but it's nice to see!

How's it goin'?

Okay.

You didn't get scared

or something, did you?

There's no monsters in the closet, right?

'Cause I hate monsters.

There's no such thing

as monsters.

Ah, that's a good thing.

I heard a bang.

Like a truck bang?

Like a gun.

That's funny, 'cause we moved

outta that bad neighborhood.

And there's not

too many guns around here.

How far can bullets go?

They go pretty far.

But they usually get stuck

in something and stop.

What if they don't?

You thinking about that bullet

that came through your window?

You think we should move again?

I like it here.

Me too. But if that bullet

found out where we lived...

Oh, hold on.

What?

So stupid!

How can I forget this?

What?

Nah. Forget it.

You ain't gonna believe me.

Tell me.

Okay.

When I was five, this fairy

came into my room one night.

- Right.

- See, I told you you weren't gonna believe me.

- Okay, go to sleep now, you little rat.

- No, tell me.

Okay.

So this fairy comes into my room and I'm like,

"Yeah, right, you're a fairy."

Anyway, we're talking, you know.

And she's flying all around the room,

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