Everybody Hates Chris

Mr. Omar: With Himelfarb in office, everything will fall naturally into place. Rochelle: OVER MY DEAD BODY! Mr. Omar: That would be tragic, but if it were to happen, you can rest assured I'll give Mr. Julius a nice discount.

Ms. Morello: Chris, there's nothing worse than racial stereotypes. We've seen this a thousand times. The tall, shirtless black man, his ebony pecs glistening with sweat from working in the fields, his furrowed brow filled with savage lust. Where was I? Chris: I think you were talking about racial stereotypes. Ms. Morello: Oh, right. I want to read about the real black men who walk the gritty streets of the hood. People like Superfly, The Mack, Black Belt Jones, Truck Turner and Blacula. Tell me the truth about the pimps and the hustlers, the violence... all set to a jazzy beat! Chris: (narrating) Oh, there's a jazzy beat I wanna give her, right upside the head!