poor people

[After I show Miranda my desk drawer full of box wine.]
Miranda: We could drink some right now.
Marcel Parcells: No, not yet.
Miranda: C’mon. I’ll go downstairs and get some solo cups.
Marcel: No. I don’t drink out of plastic cups.
Miranda: What do you mean? Why not?
Marcel: Plastic cups are for poor people.
Miranda: (laughing) Ha. You hate poor people!

For similar reasons, I also refuse to sit on the floor, ride the bus, kill my own food, or eat at KFC.