Granddad: (to Huey) Fine. If you wanna play around, then you can wash the dishes.
Huey: Granddad. Look what you've done to his community.
Granddad: (in denial) It's not that bad.
Huey: Not that bad?! This place used to be between a coffee shop and a health spa. Now there's a liquor store and a damn Foot Locker. This food is destructive.
Granddad: This food is your culture.
Huey: Then the culture is destructive.
Chico: He's right, señor Freeman. All African-American slaves had to eat was the remains of the pig that the slave masters would not eat. But it was a survival technique. They never had a choice. (holds up a handful of pig intestines) I don't think people are suppose to eat this stuff. At least, not so much. (realises Granddad and Huey are staring at him) What? I can't take a class about African-American culture at the community college?