The Boondocks, Season 3

(Talking to Weggie Rudlin after his failed attempt at committing suicide)

Uncle Ruckus:
Oh, what's the point? What's the point in living if there's nothin' to look forward to but just a life full of rap music and fo'ty ounces? What am I supposed to do now, huh? Be somebody's baby daddy? Hang out on the corner all day and night, shootin' dice, cops chasin' me all the time? My body ain't made to handle a stun gun, ain't got but two or three shows I could identify with.

Weggie Rudlin:
Ruckus, you make a very compelling argument, but I know that you're gonna get through this.

Uncle Ruckus:
Huh, is this what I'm supposed to be readin' now? This? The Vibe, The Source, JET? You call this a magazine? Look at this! This is a pamphlet! Field & Stream, National Review, Soldier of Fortune, THOSE are magazines! This is a brochure! Ebony, they should call this "National Geographic but the photos are better. And Essence?! Essence of what? Essence of ugliness!

Weggie Rudlin:
Ruckus, we have a saying in BET, we hate black people and I know you share that same sentiment. But I've learned how I could use my blackness against the black race. Look at BET, you think we'd put this shit on the air because it's entertaining? You think we sit down and say, "Hey, let's be entertaining? How about a Baldwin Hills reality show?". I have good taste, Gregory Hines is entertaining, Sammy Davis Jr. he's entertaining. You think I can relate to anything these young niggas have to say? No! We air this shit because we despise our audience! Are there other ways to make money? Yes, of course. Yes, yes. But they all require more work, this is easy. The only people who suffer, the only people who suffer, Ruckus, are black children. I think we both could live with that.

Uncle Ruckus:
Weggie Rudlin, you sho' do have profound insights. but I don't know, I just don't think I could stand life as a darkie.