Will: Yo, I'm gonna go with you. Man, if we gonna be underground, though, I'll probably need another name. How about, Akbar Shabash Jenkins?
Marge: Will, you're a kid. You belong at home. You're only 17.
Will: Oh, by the time you were 17, you burned your first bra.
Marge: Baby, you can't do what I did.
Will: But I could go get one of Hilary's.
Marge: What I mean is, you have to find your own way, Will. You know, when I was your age there weren't many doors open to us. Some of them we had to blow open, and because we did you've got more opportunities. Now, don't get me wrong. I am not saying that things are perfect. lt's just that now you can fight our battles in the boardrooms, too. And in the classrooms, the voting booths, and the courtrooms. Just like your uncle.
Will: All right, hold it. I thought you said "by any means necessary."
Marge: Right, but it's up to you to figure out what's necessary. And, Will, when the courtroom doesn't work, come find me.
Will: You're a deep sister, Adibola.
Marge: And you are the future, Hasani.