Overheard in New York, I think this guy got drunk... on knowledge. Seriously, think about this stuff, because it's a deep gaze into the red eyes of race relations:

Drunk old Black guy: ...people, we got these rhythms... rhythms that just don't connect. I got rhythms, and you girls have got rhythms, but can we dance together? No, no...we can't. That's what happened when the Black man came to America, babies. Black and white, we just can't dance, babies. But you girls should dance with me.