(Sam & David are in the kitchen hoding crayons up to
their faces, trying to figure out which color matches them) David:
What about Pink? Sam: No. David: Peach? Sam: No,
not really. (Eric walks into the kitchen) Dad what color is this?
(David holds up a crayon for Eric's inspection) Eric: Well,
it's uh, "Banana Mania". (David holds the crayon to his
face) Sam: I don't think so. Eric: What are you
doing? Sam: We're trying to figure out what color we are. Do you
know? Eric: Well, when people say "color", they don't mean -- they,
they mean, uh, not that is should matter, 'cause what matters is what's on the
inside -- who you are. (Eric stops when he realizes the twins are looking at
him with blank faces) But to answer your question, you're, we're
white. David: I don't think so, we already checked. (holds up the
crayon for Sam to see) Eric: Well guys, it's a little more
complicated then that.
(Kevin walks up to where Eric & Martin are look at
Martin's car and sees the racial remark on it) Eric: Where's
Savannah? Kevin: The dogs are watching her. (Eric gives Kevin a
look) She's with Annie.
Sam: What color do you think I am? David: I
don't know, it's dark and I can't see. Sam: We'll figure it out in the
morning. (David nods in agreement)
Martin: (on news) I didn't do anything,
really. Sandy: (watching Martin on news) Good old Martin.
Always doin' things doesn't wanna take credit for. Maya: Is that the
baby's father? Seems like a pretty good guy to me. Standing up for the brother
man like that.
David: (with Sam listening) Mrs. Bink, what
color are you? Annie: Uh, boys, leave Mrs. Bink -- Mrs.
Bink: It's okay. What color? You want to know what color I am? (takes a
minute to think about it) When I'm sad I'm blue, and when I'm mad I'm red.
When I'm jealous, I get green with envy. Now, that I'm -- at my age, see, uh,
all anybody notices is that, (points to her grey hair) I'm turning grey.
(Everyone, including Mrs. Bink laughs at her words).
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