From the Hip (1987)
Douglas Benoit: Let me explain something to you, Mr. Weathers. Through the vicissitudes of wholly gratuitous genetic accidents, I was visited with extremely high intelligence. I was further blessed - or burdened, as it were - with certain physical traits that would suggest, shall we say, "good breeding." Now, in this proletarian stew which we laughingly call society, these attributes are not always advantageous.