Vinny: So hundreds of us come piling off this bus, right? And the punk firefighters, they didn't even show their pretty little faces, you know? And the pigs, they were mad 'cause we were throwing rocks. It's like, hey, just relax. They're just freakin' rocks, you know? [laughs] So, anyway, we tell that...
[Jacob drags Melissa out into the hallway]
Melissa: He's great, right?
Jacob: [whispering] Why did you bring him here?
Melissa: Uh, didn't we agree to this?
Jacob: I thought you were bringing a police captain. Someone to talk about how the union worked together in peace?
Melissa: That's not the real story. This is the truth. He's giving them an eyewitness account to history.
Jacob: Eyewitness? I think the term is "accomplice."
Melissa: This is the problem I have with people like you. You want to romanticize this city, but you won't acknowledge the truth. Like, you want to run up the Rocky steps, but you can't take a punch in the face.
Jacob: I can take a punch in the face. What... What... What are you saying? I'm some kind of, like, hipster poseur? Look, I care, okay? I am here, teaching, every day.
Melissa: No, I'm saying you can't teach the kids right if you don't respect where they're from. It's about respect.
Boy: Me and the rest of the class are going on strike until there are no more pop quizzes. [Vinny gives him a thumbs up]