Will: Come on, I'm sorry if I made you mad. But the reporter was gonna trash the article until I gave her those pig stories.
Philip: Oh, yes. Well, everyone loves those amusing little agricultural anecdotes. I guess it never occurred to you that they'd make me look like a fool.
Will: Uncle Phil, your plaid golf shorts make you look like a fool. Those stories make you look great. Man, you did a lot for Black people that I didn't even know.
Philip: Yes, I raised a pig for the Young Farmers Association. Puts me right up there with Martin Luther King.
Will: You were the first Black president. That's something. And what about the Whites only rest room?
Philip: In case my mother didn't make it painfully clear I wasn't trying to prove a point. I only went in there because I really had to go.
Art: I see a whole lot of that.
Will: I mean, look, Uncle Phil, it's just like Rosa Parks. I mean, when she sat in the front of the bus, I mean she wasn't doing it to prove a point either. She did it 'cause her feet hurt. I mean, they told her to leave, and she didn't. And neither did you.