“Hello fellow human being, would you like to ask me what time it is?… Are you a large child or a small adult?… You look regular. Can I get your name? Is it Pedro? Is it Craigford? Is it Swimming?… Are you a pre-op trans-centaur?… Excuse me, do you have change for a $10,000 bill?… I would like some chicken nuggets, a beer and some of my wife’s rice to stay… Excuse me, sir, do you want to hold hands with a black millionaire?”
—Tracy Jordan, trying to get in touch with the common man (via crabcakes) (via cheia) (via 30rockthings)