Ron Stallworth, an African-American police officer from Colorado, successfully manages to infiltrate the local Ku Klux Klan and become the head of the local chapter.
Ron Stallworth: Mr. Duke, I'm so sorry we didn't get to spend more one-on-one time together.
David Duke: Well, that was a just a tragedy. I had just met those heroic brothers in the cause.
Flip Zimmerman: Heroic.
Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And the chapter is just shaken at the core.
David Duke: Oh.
Ron Stallworth: Yeah. And poor Connie, right? I mean, not only does she lose her husband, but...
Flip Zimmerman: Poor Connie.
Jimmy Creek: Connie's going away.
Flip Zimmerman: We feel bad for Connie.
Ron Stallworth: ... she's looking at serious prison time.
David Duke: My God. And then there was that nigger detective. Basically...
Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Shut up, shut up.
Ron Stallworth: Those goddamn coloreds they sure know how to spoil a celebration.
Jimmy Creek: Hey, you're getting me in trouble.
David Duke: Christ, you can say that again.
Ron Stallworth: Those goddamn coloreds sure know how to spoil a celebration. Can I ask you a question, sir?
David Duke: Shoot.
Ron Stallworth: That nigger detective, did you ever did you ever get his name?
David Duke: No. I don't think I...
Ron Stallworth: Are-uh you sure you don't know who he is? Are-uh you absolutely sure? 'Cause that nigga, coon, gator bait, spade, spook, Sambo, spear-chucking jungle bunny, Mississippi wind chime...
David Duke: Wind chime?
Ron Stallworth: ... detective is Ron Stallworth, you racist, peckerwood, redneck, inch worm, needle-dick motherfucker!