Dr. Cox: That laughing had better not be aimed in my direction...bro.
Turk: Bro? Dude,,bros don't even use "Bro". You're not as hip as you think you are.
Dr. Cox: And you are?
Turk: I'm black. God knew that my people would go through struggles, so He gave us a lifetime supply of cool to compensate. Just like He knew that white people would be rhythmically challenged, so He gave y'all this dance. *does Carlton dnace from Fresh Prince of Bel Air*
Dr. Cox: (skeptically) You're black? Because last time I checked you have a nerdy white best friend, you enjoy Neil Diamond, and you damn sure act like a black guy. These, my friend, are all characteristics of white guys. And, please understand, I'm a huge supporter of the NAACP and if you don't know what that stands for, it's the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People...and quite frankly, I always thought they should change the "Colored People" to "African-Americans", but then of course it wouldn't be the NAACP, it would be the N Quad A or 'Naaaaaah', and I know, this probably sounds like a digression, but actually leads me back to my point: do I think you're black? Naaaaaaahhhhhh!