Conspiracy Brother: Jesus Christ: black man. Babe Ruth: black man. Madonna: ... slept with black men.
The Chief: I'm tired of you disrespecting me! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire your black-ass?
Undercover Brother: Because I... don't... work for you?
The Chief: Shut UP! Save the smart comments for the chunky brother in the smock.
Undercover Brother: Wait a minute, how'd the white boy get a job at "the B.R.O.T.H.E.R.H.O.O.D."?
The Chief: Shit, what can I say? Affirmative action.
Penelope Snow: Once you've been with Undercover Brother, there is no other.
Lance: I have stood on the sidelines of race relations long enough! I want to march down that field of oppression and kick that ball of bigotry right over the goalpost of intolerance.
The Chief: Son, you talk a lot of shit.
Lance: Yes, I do.
The Chief: But you down.
The Chief: Today is a great day for black people of all races.
Sistah Girl: Great, a Soul Train reject, with a Robin Hood complex.
General Boutwell: I used to work at the Pentagon, but now I help get your chicken on.
Undercover Brother: You mess with the 'fro, you got to go.
Conspiracy Brother: You know he does have point about that Colonel. I never trusted the Colonel. Slaves cooked that chicken. Aint no white man know anything about herbs and spices and gibblits.
General Boutwell: Move over Colonel, here comes the General.
Conspiracy Brother: Oh, shit! It's Macy Gray with Porkchop Sideburns.