Francis: Sir, what are you doing? Why are you taking away our TV?
Spangler: It's for your own good, cadet.
Francis: But that is the only thing that makes this place bearable.
Spangler: Television rots the mind, cadet. How can you focus on your studies and improve your character if your brain is full of your Morks and your Mindys? Now you'll have time for more worthwhile endeavors. Write a letter. I'm sure your parole officers will appreciate the personal touch.

Spangler: I found myself eating the last several meals alone. Are we dieting? Don't tell me it's prom season already.
Francis: We're on a hunger strike, sir. We're not eating until you return the television.
Spangler: Ah... passive resistance. The last resort of slackers and sissies.
Francis: What about Gandhi?
Spangler: Sissy.
Francis: We're making a stand here, sir. We will not back down until we get justice.
Spangler: Now let me see if I've got this straight. I get to continue to eat, but you don't. Ooh, I feel the pressure already. [walks away] Ow, make it stop.

Francis: Okay, that is ridiculous. I mean, we should do something.
Eric: He's right. Spangler doesn't get to make arbitrary decisions about our lives. He can't tell us where to go and what to do. Oh, wait... he can. Face it, Francis, we're like prisoners but without the rights.
Francis: Okay, so we're helpless. But even helpless people have options. History is full of supposedly powerless people who found a way to stand up to their oppressors.
Finley: What are you talking about?
Francis: Civil disobedience. You know, like a hunger strike. We could do that. I mean, he doesn't want a bunch of starving kids on his hands. That would totally work.
Drew: I don't know. Isn't that a bit drastic? Can't we wait till after lunch?
Francis: What are we having?
Drew: Shepherd's pie.
Francis: The strike starts now!