“I Don’t See A White Boy. I See a Damn Fool!”

Brilliant.

“I felt like sending Michael Richards a note. I feel really badly for the guy. He was obviously in a state of stress. You don’t need to be inebriated to be bent out of shape. My heart went out to the guy. Poor f—er, he’s getting it now. They’ll probably torture him for a while and then let him go.”

Then Gibson can do a new film on Richards: Passion of the ChrRacist.