Sally: Well, it's a good thing Barry White wasn't there.
Harry: Those guys were kind of creepy.
Tommy: Why do you think they burned that giant lowercase letter "t"?
Dick: I don't want to be a part of any group that hates the lowercase letter "t."
Tommy: No, they hated more than that.
Sally: They hated just about everybody.

Harry: You know what would be good? If people from different races could live together in peace and, oh, I don't know say, harmony?
Dick: Harry, how did you come up with that?
Sally: That is so brilliant. You guys, that's the topic for our poetry contest.
Tommy: Uncharted territory! Get a pen. Get a pen.

Dick: Oh, Nina, good. I wanted to ask you, did people dress up in robes at your Black Student Union meeting?
Nina: No.
Dick: And, uh, was there a guy with a microphone shouting unattractively?
Nina: No.
Dick: Okay, good. One last question. Will you only rest when the blood of white people overflows the rivers of America and runs out to sea?
Nina: No, I'll probably rest before that. Any reason you ask?
Dick: No, it's just that last night, I went to this rally in Hendersonville-
Mary: You what?!
Nina: You went to a White Power rally?
Dick: Because of you.
Nina & Mary: What?!
Dick: I- I didn't like it!

Alissa: Well, you know, poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Tommy: What?
Harry: Yeah, poetry that doesn't win prizes.
Sally: [scoffs] You got that right.
Alissa: I mean, read Walt Whitman. He never rhymed.
Sally: Look, either rhyme something with Playstation or leave.
Alissa: Claymation?
Sally: Finally something we can use!
Harry: All right. Racism is as bad as claymation.
Sally: That is a...
Tommy: Maybe we don't have to rhyme.
Sally: That's a great idea.
Harry: Breakthrough.

Dick: Okay, class, here's your exam. Just pass it around. I only have one because my assistant Nina refuses to make me copies.
Caryn: Did you do something rude like accuse her of not being completely Black?
Dick: All I did was go to a White Power rally, and now she won't even talk to me.
Bug: You went to a White Power rally?
Dick: Well, I am White.
Caryn: [groans] That is such a White male rationalization. Just deny the entire history of White oppression and then have the nerve to say that you want equality.
Dick: Oh, yeah, right. White oppression. I'm sure history really backs that one up.
Bug: Well, yeah. There's, like, slavery.
Leon: Racial quotas.
Bug: Japanese internment camps.
Caryn: Glass ceilings.
Dick: What are you talking about? I didn't do any of those things.

Tommy: So, Mrs. Dubcek, what do you think of the poem?
Mrs. Dubcek: Well, the thing about this contest is everybody in it is under the age of 10.
Tommy: They're all kids?
Sally: We are gonna kick ass.
Tommy: Yes!
Sally: Yeah!

Sally: Hey, uh, Mrs. Goltra, are we up next?
Mrs. Goltra: Don't you think you're just a little too old for this poetry contest?
Sally: Old? Maybe your ideas are too old.
Tommy: Maybe you're just afraid of what we might say.
Harry: Yeah. Maybe ageism has gotten the better of you, Mrs. Goltra.
Sally: We're not leaving. [sits on chair; it collapses]
Mrs. Goltra: Fine. Fine. Just read your poem and don't break anything else.

Sally: Oh. You guys, here comes Dick.
Tommy: Check, please.

Mary: Oh, here comes Dick.
Nina: Check, please.

Dick: So how'd you guys do on the poetry contest?
Sally: Eh, pretty good. It was a little touch-and-go there for a while. We had to wrestle the trophy away from that little blonde "winner."