"I think I saw an alien while I was out. He was actually a pretty nice guy/thing."
"Turned out, we both really like raw dolphin meat."
"By the way, where are all the Asian people?"
"Are they all crammed into the Buddhist monastery, burning offerings to their ancestors? That is a good time."
"Yeah... Asian people... Comic Book Guy now has a Japanese wife."
"That fat, hairy kaiju?! Is she a horrific creature from the sea as well?"
"No, she's very pretty. And really easy to talk to. And smart."
"Doesn't say a lot of jokes though, but no worse than any other woman in town."
"I hear you and understand your frustration. This issue is hotter than spicy kimchi!"
"Er, is that the wrong type of youse? Siracha? Does that work?"
"This meeting has not gone well."
"Here me out in full. The 2010 Census says that 5.6% of the US population is Asian."
"By my count, we have more than 150 possible individuals in Springfield, not including outfits—"
"How many of those individuals speak? I bet you're counting pets!"
"Limiting to only those who have said things, we have over 100 men, women, children, and whoozits like that."
"Counting you, Kumiko, and Nasapota…the Apus, we have an almost 5% Asian population. Demographically, we're pretty on par with the country."
"Additionally, three quarters of Asian-Americans are concentrated in 10 states. Perhaps Springfield isn't in one of those states."
"We might be a little more diverse than you give us credit for…speaking relative only to the least diverse parts of America."