When I think of a story, somehow it just always seems to come out involving spooks and spies and government skullduggery.
Forrest Gump: [Narrating] When I was a baby Momma named me after the great civil war hero general Nathan Bedford Forrest. She said we were related to him in some way what he did was: he started up this club called the Ku Klux Klan they'd all dress up in their robes and their bed sheets and act like a bunch of ghosts and spooks or something. They'd even put bed sheets on their
horses and ride around and anyway that's how I got my name Forest Gump
[a few blacks cross the road on bicycles]
Slick: What the fuck, man? What the fuck? These fuckin' spooks just came out of nowhere!
Calogero 'C' Anello: Why don't you just leave em alone?
Slick: What the fuck is it with you and these niggers lately?
Calogero 'C' Anello: They ain't bothering nobody.
Slick: They're FUCKIN' bothering me!
Calogero 'C' Anello: They ain't bothering me.
Adrian Cronauer: [an Army sergeant demands to know who allowed Tuan in the bar] That's all right. I did. Hey, come on now. If you kick out the gooks, the next thing, you have to kick out the chinks, the spicks, the spooks and kikes. All that's gonna be left in here are a couple of brain-dead rednecks, and what fun would that be?