Lateesha Rodriguez:
Now, as a blactino woman, I believe we deserve our own race category to forge an identity, Jerry. That's how I feel.
Jerry Springer:
Did you just say "blactino"?
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Yes, I did. I'm a blactino-American.
Chinegro Woman:
Wow. Uh, first of all... first of all, you don't even look latino. You look black. You're... You're black. Second of all, I'm of mixed race, and I've struggled my whole life as to whether I'm Chinese or whether I'm black.
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Chinegro! What you are is chinegro!
Chinegro Woman:
Chinegro?
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Chinegro! There you go!
Chinegro Woman:
Chinegro?
Lateesha Rodriguez:
You are a chinegro!
Chinegro Woman:
What the [bleep]
Chinegro Woman:
is chinegro?
Lateesha Rodriguez:
That's what you are! Chinegro is you!
Chinegro Woman:
That's some bulls... [bleep]
Chinegro Woman:
.
Jerry Springer:
OK, as I understand it, you brought a mixed-race flow chart with you. Why don't we bring that out? [Crowd shouting and booing]
Lateesha Rodriguez:
[to a random heckler] How you doin', sugar? All right. I'm gonna call you later. Mwah. All right. [Crowd laughs]
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Take a look at this... [she unveils the chart]
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Blactino, blackasian, hispasian, OK? Now, for the Asian subcategories, [to the Chinegro woman]
Lateesha Rodriguez:
I got you, sister. We have chinegro right here. That's you. Chinegro.
Chinegro Woman:
That's not a word! That's not a word!
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Yes, it is, sister. We have koreagro. Japegro, OK? [Crowd laughs]
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Chispanic, koreaspanic, and last but not least, check this out, y'all... japanic. [Crowd cheering]
Lateesha Rodriguez:
That's how I flow with it!
Jerry Springer:
Do you believe the government should recognise these racial subgroups?
Lateesha Rodriguez:
Yes, Jerry, I do.
Petey:
[singing around a campfire with his banjo] 'Bout a handsome little fox let me sing you folks a yarn. / Hey, diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / 'Twas a splendid little feller full of wit 'n' grace 'n' charm. / Say, zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo doodle-dum! / Well, like any little critter needin' vittels for his littl'uns, / Well, he stole, and he cheated, and he lied just to survive. / With a doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!
Other singers:
Doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!
Petey:
Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Other singers:
Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Petey:
Doo-dah doo-day day...
Petey:
Let me take a little tick now to color in the scene: / 'Cross the valley lived three yokels name of Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. / Now these three crazy jackies had our hero on the run. / Shot the tail off the cuss with a fox-shootin' gun. / But that stylish little fox was as clever as a whip / Dug as quick as a gopher that was hyper-ack-a-tive.
Other singers:
Yeah!
Petey:
Now those three farmers sit 'twhere there's a hole 'twas once a hill. / Singin' diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / And as far as I can reckon they're a-settin' up there still. Singin' zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo...
Franklin Bean:
[standing behind him] What are you singing, Petey?
Petey:
Just... just making it up as I went- as I went along, really.
Franklin Bean:
That's just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, Petey!
Lucius Malfoy:
Mr. Potter! Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. Forgive me, your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Harry:
Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Lucius Malfoy:
You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.
Hermione:
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Lucius Malfoy:
And you must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you. And your parents. Muggles, aren't they? Let me see. Red hair... vacant expressions... tatty second hand book... you must be the Weasleys.
Arthur Weasley:
Children, it's mad in here. Let's go outside.
Lucius Malfoy:
Well, well, well. Weasley senior.
Arthur Weasley:
Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy:
Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids? I do hope they're paying you overtime. Though judging by the state of this, I'd say not. What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?
Arthur Weasley:
We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy:
Clearly. Associating with muggles. And I thought your family could sink no lower.
Reed Rothchild:
TODD... PARKER!
Todd Parker:
Rockin' Reed Rothchild!
Reed Rothchild:
You made it! Woo-Hoo!
Todd Parker:
Amazing party, man! Fuckin' chicks everywhere!
Reed Rothchild:
You bet. Compliments of Jack Horner. Thank you.
Todd Parker:
I wouldn't mind me having a piece of that action right over there.
Reed Rothchild:
Michelle; I'll introduce you.
Todd Parker:
Sure, introduce her to my lap!
Reed Rothchild:
Ha ha. You just get off of work, man?
Todd Parker:
Don't dance Sunday nights.
Reed Rothchild:
Right.
Todd Parker:
Who's 'vette is that out in the driveway?
Reed Rothchild:
DIRK! I'm so jealous.
Todd Parker:
That shit's jammin', man.
Todd Parker:
Start down low with a 350 cube, three and a quarter horsepower, 4-speed, 4:10 gears, ten coats of competition orange, hand-rubbed lacquer with a huplane manifold,
Todd Parker:
Full fuckin' race cams. Whoo!
[first lines]
John Connor:
[voiceover] The future has not been written. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. I wish I could believe that. My name is John Connor, they tried to murder me before I was born, when I was 13 they tried again. Machines from the future. Terminators. All my life my mother told me the storm was coming, Judgment Day, the beginning of the war between man and machines. Three billion lives would vanish in an instant, and I would lead what was left of the human race to ultimate victory. It hasn't happened, no bombs fell, computers didn't take control, we stopped Judgment Day. I should feel safe, but I don't, so I live off the grid - no phone, no address, no one and nothing can find me. I've erased all connections to the past, but as hard as I try I can't erase my dreams, my nightmares.
Megatron:
My master, I failed you on Earth. The Allspark is destroyed and without it, our race will perish.
The Fallen:
You much have much to learn, my disciple. The Cube was merely a vessel. It's power, it's knowledge, can never be destroyed. It can only transform.
Megatron:
How is that possible?
The Fallen:
It has been absorbed by the human child. The key to saving our race now lies within his mind.
Megatron:
Well, then, let me strip the very flesh from his body!
The Fallen:
And you will, my apprentice, in time. For millennia, I have dreamed of my return to that wretched planet where I, too, was once betrayed by the Primes I called my brothers. Only a Prime can defeat me... and now, only one remains.
Megatron:
Optimus... he protects the boy.
The Fallen:
Then the boy will lead us too him, and revenge will be ours.
Megatron:
Yeesss...
Starscream:
The boy will not escape us! We have him in our sights!
Starscream:
[watching a hatchling die] Without the energon, the hatchlings will keep dying.
John Quincy Adams:
[to the court] James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington... John Adams. We've long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so, we might acknowledge that our individuality, which we so, so revere, is not entirely our own. Perhaps we've feared an... an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But, we've come to understand, finally, that this is not so. We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding... that who we are *is* who we were. We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, ourselves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war? Then let it come. And when it does, may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.
Bison:
[patching through to Guile on GNT World News] Colonel Guile! Greetings!
Colonel William F. Guile:
[to Cammy] He took the bait. Trace that signal, stat!
Bison:
Why do you address a fellow warrior with such disrespect?
Colonel William F. Guile:
Warrior? You? How many doctors and nurses have you killed this week? How many children have you orphaned?
Bison:
You will choke on those words, Guile.
Colonel William F. Guile:
Anytime, dickhead. We'll go worldwide, just like now.
Dee Jay:
General, they're tracing this.
Bison:
You think you're so clever, Guile. Think about this. You have three days. If my twenty billion dollars are not delivered by then, the hostages will die, and the world will hold you responsible! Victory!
Dee Jay:
[chanting with Bison's troops] Bison! Bison!
Colonel William F. Guile:
You hostages! If you can hear me, we're coming! We're coming! Charlie! Charlie, hang on, buddy! We're coming! We're coming! Hang on, buddy!
Roberta:
I think you'll make a great mum Chrissy, a little overbearing and rigid, but by the grace of God the kid will come out relativity normal, if not there's always therapy.
Samantha:
This whole baby thing baffles me, I mean you have it, you raise it, you basically screw it up, it resents you, feels guilty for resenting you and then it has a baby, which only perpetuates the visious cycle.
Roberta:
Thank you, Oscar The Grouch.
Rachel:
Hi, wanted to introduce myself. I'm Rachel Wilcox. Nice to meet you.
Grace Cunningham:
Grace Cunningham.
Rachel:
[turning to Grace's friends] Hi, girls. How you doing? [turning back to Grace]
Rachel:
Look I just drove over here to tell you that Harlan and I- we're just friends now. Nothing's going to happen again, I promise. Scout's honor. So you guys can go and do whatever it is you do- I dont' know- have your summer fun and tell June that we're apart, even if we're not apart 'cause nothing's gonna happen and whatever has happened has happened already- so that's the end of it.
Grace Cunningham:
Fine. Now why don't you just go home and leave us all alone?
Rachel:
Okay, see, I tried to be nice, but let me put this a different way because you're not really getting it right now. If you call me a name, if you throw something at me- ever again!- if I see you talking to Harlan, yelling at Harlan, having anything AT ALL to do with Harlan, I will find all of your boyfriends and I will fuck them stupid. Okay? Get it? Thanks guys. [as she's walking away]
Rachel:
Thanks for your time. Have a good summer!
Grace Cunningham:
I am gonna pray for her.
