The Inbetweeners, Series 3

Jay:
Sort me out, geeza.

Dealer:
What?

Jay:
Please...sort me out, geeza? I've got twenty quid.

Dealer:
So? What do you want from me?

Jay:
You know, gear?! Sweet Mary Jane. Ganja, man.

Dealer:
Oh, so you want to buy drugs! And you came to me. Why?

Neil:
Well, because we saw you-

Dealer:
Because I'm black? You saw a black guy at a gig and thought 'he must be a drug dealer'?

Jay:
No, we didn't...

Dealer:
You f*cking white boys are all the same, you know that? Scratch beneath the surface just a little bit and you're RACIST. Yeah, that's right, I said it - racist.

*silence*:

Neil:
But...have you got any drugs?

Dealer:
Yes, I have, but that's not the point. The point is you *assumed* I had some just because I'm black.

Jay:
Could we buy some please?

Dealer:
Why should I deal to you? Why should I deal to two little suburban racists who see me as some kind of stereotype? I'm at university!

Neil:
But you are a drug dealer as well, yeah?

Dealer:
Yes, I do deal, but you keep missing the point!

Jay:
Look, here's thirty quid, could we just have some puff?

Dealer:
Yes, you can. But only because I'm a dealer. NOT because I'm black.