Lee: Silence, you racist punk. Don't you have a Klan meting to attend?
CB: That'll be quite enough, Charlie Chan. Save your energy for the Kung-fu lesson tomorrow.
CB: What's this? 'Animal Farm?' This book belongs somewhere else...
Bob: Blasphemy! How dare you throw away such a priceless work of literature?
CB: Priceless? This is one of the worst depictions of the glorious Soviet Union. It should be rotting among your piles of half-eaten Big Macs and worn out khakis.