Archie Bunker: Guess what famous and important personality I carry as a passenger in my cab today.
Edith Bunker: Oh, tell us!
Archie Bunker: Oh, no, no, you ain't gonna get it out of me that easy. Come on, you gotta guess for this one.
Edith Bunker: Oh, all right, let's try. I'll go first. Living or dead?
Archie Bunker: I was driving a cab, Edith, not a hearse.
Archie Bunker: Now, no prejudice intended, but, you know, I always check with the Bible on these here things. I think that, I mean if God had meant for us to be together, he'da put us together. But look what he done. He put you over in Africa, and put the rest of us in all the white countries.
Sammy Davis Jr.: Well, he must've told 'em where we were because somebody came and got us.
Sammy Davis Jr.: If you were prejudiced, Archie, when I came into your house, you would have called me a "coon" or a "nigger." But you didn't say that, I heard you clear as a bell, right straight out you said: "colored".
Archie Bunker: Yeah, that's what I done, all right.
Sammy Davis Jr.: And if you were prejudiced, you would, like some people, close their eyes to what's going on in this great country that we live in. But not you, Archie, your eyes are wide open. You can tell the difference between black and white. And I have a deep-rooted feeling that you'll always be able to tell the difference between black and white. And if you were prejudiced, you'd walk around thinking that you're better than anybody else in the world. But I can honestly say, after spending these marvelous moments with you, you ain't better than anybody.
Archie Bunker: [extends his hand] Can I have your hand on that, Sammy?
Archie Bunker: You being colored, well, I know you had no choice in that. But whatever made you turn Jew?
Gloria: I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, sometimes my father says the wrong things.
Sammy Davis Jr.: Yeah, I've noticed that.
Lionel Jefferson: But he's not a bad guy, Mr. Davis. I mean like, he'd never burn a cross on your lawn.
Sammy Davis Jr.: No, but if he saw one burning, he's liable to toast a marshmallow on it.
Archie Bunker: When Sammy Davis Jr. gets here, whatever else you blab about, don't say nothing about his eye.
Edith Bunker: What eye?
Archie Bunker: Now, Edith, let me tell you, see. One of them is glass. You'll find out when he gets here which of them, see, but don't talk about it, all right, will you remember that?
Edith Bunker: Yeah.
Archie Bunker: Now you got any fried chicken out in the kitchen? 'Cause they like to snack on that.
Mike Stivic: Just a minute ago, he was the ace of spades, now he's Mr. Davis?
Archie Bunker: Because he worked himself up to be called Mr. Davis and he deserves that! Because in this great country a man like him can overcome the unequalness of his color and rise to become a great star!
Mike Stivic: Arch, what, what do you mean "unequalness"? What's the difference between our neighbor Lionel Jefferson and Sammy Davis Jr.?
Archie Bunker: Ten million dollars and five purple Cadillacs.
Archie Bunker: [after cautioning Edith profusely not to mention Sammy Davis Jr.'s glass eye] Now Mr. Davis, do you take cream and sugar in your eye?
Archie Bunker: [to Edith] Open up a fresh box of Twinkies for Mr. Davis.
Sammy Davis Jr.: Twinkies?
Mike Stivic: Yeah, it's kind of a WASP soul food.