That? That's an actual line of dialogue from the Casa de Diego, Spence and Ru.
Unlike myself, Diego hasn't given up hope of finding a boyfriend via the wonderful world of online dating, and consequently, he finds himself on dates roughly 2-3 times a week. Unfortunately, this has led to more hilarity than true love so far, but you know what they say: you have to kiss a lot of theater majors to find your Ryan Gosling.
The weird thing is, Diego has found himself on a shockingly high percentage of dates with racists.
Yeah. You read that right.
Now, this isn't a case where Diego (a high falutin' liberal if there ever was one) is seeing racism where there is none. When someone talks about hitting "n-words" with their car, there isn't too much room for debate.
The thing is, (and I can say this, having been in this situation) you'd like to think that if you were presented with overt racism, you'd puff out your chest and launch into a stern lecture. But what actually happens is this:
Did that really happen?
I think that happened.
Why did he say that?
Who cares? He said it.
But did he think he could say something like that in front of me? Why?
Maybe I heard it wrong.
Definitely didn't hear it wrong.
Is he trying to be funny?
I think he was serious.
Should I just hope he was trying to be funny?
Would it matter?
A little. Bad taste is preferable to straight up horribleness.
Maybe I'm hearing things. Maybe he said,"Figures" like a white trash person.
If he did, that doesn't make any sense.
What do I say? Oh man, too much time has passed. Say something!
"Uh ... what did you just say?"
Awkward silence descends.