Film Brain: What race are you, anyway?
Todd in the Shadows: Don't worry about it.
—Sunday School Musical BMB review.
Doug Walker: What race is he supposed to be?
Rob Walker: Offensive.
Iíve said this to you before and I know it makes you uncomfortable, but youíre thoughtful and youíre brilliant. And your ambiguous ethnic blend perfectly represents the dream of the American melting pot.
— Lesile Knope, to Ann Perkins
"Are you an immigrant, Bob?"
"Oh. I just assumed you were since you're, you know, swarthy."
"What's swarthy mean?"
"It means dark and hairy."
"That's you! And me in the future!"
-Bob, Mr. Fischoeder and Gene, Bob's Burgers.
Joyce: I...I've been trying to determine if it's rude to ask what, um, flavor of human you two are.
"One's a baby, and the other's -- black. I think. At least, part black. Or Hispanic. I think, you know, there's possibly some Filipino in there. Yeah, possibly some Filipino. I mean, if he's—if he's black, it's definitely diluted. I mean, one of his parents must be white. What the hell is Jessica Alba for that matter? If I was 40 years younger, I would plow that until next July."
Archer: You're black...ish.
Archer: Well what's the word for it, Lana?! You freaked out when I said "quadroon!"