that there are these layers of things that you couldn't have. like restaurants. i mean, i go to restaurants and i think to myself, "wow, this many years ago i couldn't have come here with this person. they were not allowed to sit in here." and i remember very clearly being about 8, the café owner would regularly not pay the customer who was black with change. he would pay him with bubblegum. and the guy, somehow, he couldn't argue. it was just like this thing. if you're a black guy, you got your change in bubblegum. and you'd be standing there, 8 years old and feeling like oh my god, it was so terrible, but you couldn't say anything because that would've been worse. it was just like this weird thing of sweeties, it was so un-innocent and represented such badness. it just seems mad. ♪ bed. baby, let's get you into can we see a real whale some day? sure.