Dave: Omar. Hey, Vanessa let me in. This is a beautiful house you guys have here.
Omar: Yeah. The white owners are tied up in the basement, Dave.
Omar: How do you figure?
Dave: Well, you do have to admit that there are probably less black people applying to Yale. Right? So, I'd imagine that they'd probably have to keep a certain number of spots open for you guys.
Omar: What are you saying -- I got into Yale because of affirmative action? Because I have never gotten any advantage for being black, not one.
Dave: No, I didn't say anything about affirmative action. Did I say anything about that? Come on, it's not like I was calling you a token.
Omar: A what?! You think I'm a token?
Dave: No, no, no, I said you weren't a token. Don't be so sensitive, Omar.
Omar: Oh, so now I'm an overly sensitive token. Okay. You know what? I've had enough. I think we should go.
Vicky: No, no, it's okay.
Dave: No, no, no, Vicky. If he wants to go, let him go. He said he didn't even want to come here today. You know, I think he might be a little bit of a racist.
Vicky: Isn't this nice? We should really appreciate these moments because before you know it, the kids'll be off to college.
Omar: I'm kinda hoping Taye gets into Yale. That's where I went.
Dave: Yeah, well, at this point, we're just hoping Hillary graduates high school.
Dave: Hey, Larry, here, come on. Barbecue with me.
Dave: Because it's something we could do together.
Larry: Oh. Am I being punished?
Hillary: I mean, why did you have to invite them?
Vicky: Because I don't want to be like my mother. She took no interest in my life.
Hillary: You were so lucky!
Vicky: Besides, what's wrong with making some new friends?
Dave: New friends? Look, I don't even like the friends we have.
Vicky: Yeah, well, they're not exactly crazy about you, either.
Dave: Who? Did somebody way something about me? Huh? I'm adorable.
Episode Title: Guess Who's Coming to the Barbecue
This is a reference to the movie "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner". The plot of the movie is similar to the plot of this episode.
Larry: I want my baby back, baby back, baby back ribs.
This is the tune played during "Chili's" commercials.