Ava: Look, I know you all want me to talk about pie charts and cake graphs, but that's not the entire story. Yeah, discretionary funds can be used to nurture students artistically so they can grow up and do that graffiti that bougie people don't get mad at.
Superintendent Collins: You mean a mural?
Ava: That's it. But what you don't see is how I make sure that forgetful students get supplies. Or how I help students with broke parents get uniforms that fit so they don't get roasted all day. Or how I have barrels of lotion stashed all around the school so these kids don't start a commotion with their crusty ankles. My unique approach to these funds betters the school.
Superintendent Collins: Yes, we all understand the importance of moisturization, but your time is up. [Jacob gasps as the door opens]
Ava: No. Y'all not about to rush me out of here like I'm Lil Mama at the VMAs.
Jacob: Psst! Hey. It's open.
Ava: Because you know what? No matter what happens to me, Abbott will be fine. Because the teachers that work there are some of the most dedicated, hardworking, and creative teachers in this entire city.
Barbara: You tell 'em, Ava! [door slams shut]
Ava: And it's not like y'all been making it rain up in here. We've been taking appetizer money and giving these kids a charcuterie experience. Don't give us the money because we need it. Give it to us because everyone at Abbott deserves it.
Superintendent Collins: Well, thank you, Principal Coleman. Uh, that was a very... passionate plea.