Cornelius Hawthorne: These are your friends, Pierce? Minorities, Jewesses, and the unseasonably tan?
Britta: That is inappropriate! And maybe you'll give that more weight since I'm white.
Cornelius Hawthorne: You've got a wide brow. What are you, Scandinavian?
Britta: Yeah, Swedish!
Cornelius Hawthorne: (spits) Swedish dogs. Your blood is tainted by generations of race mixing with Laplanders. You're basically Finns.
Shirley: Oh, my goodness, he's like the Abed of racism.