Tommy: You have to buy me a toy. Charlie: I don't have to buy you shit. Tommy: If you don't buy me anything, I'm going to tell my mom you took me to a black people's house. Dee: Okay. Charlie: Wow! Oh, my God! That's racist. What do you, what do you say to that? Tommy: You still have to buy me a toy!
(After Charlie throws away a girl's number) Mac: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing, dude? Charlie: What? Mac: What are you doing? Charlie: Ah. Mac: That girl is gorgeous. She's like the perfect opportunity to show that we are not racist. She probably has friends for me. Charlie: Well, come on. If anything, I think we should be focused on black men, first of all. Mac: What?!