Marge: Looks like I've had quite an impact on your kids.
Philip: You're proud of getting a high school kid suspended?
Marge: If you mean, am I proud to have told him to do anything you have to for what you believe in then, yes, I am.
Vivian: Marge, when you talked to Will about when we chained ourselves together at sit-ins, you're only giving him the romantic part of the struggle. Girlfriend, you are leaving out everything that went before it. The leaflets, the petitions, the years of trying to work through the system.
Marge: If the system doesn't work, you have to blow the door down. Looks like you forgot that.
Philip: You talk as if I wasn't there with you in Birmingham facing dogs and fire hoses. This is me, Olifami. The same Olifami that was with you the night Harlem went up in flames. But now I have a family and I choose not to fight in the streets. I have an office to fight from and I have fought and won cases for fair housing, affirmative action, health care, and I am not ashamed to write a big fat check for something I believe in and that doesn't make me any less committed than you. So don't you dare look down your damn nose at me, Adibola.

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.

Vivian: Marge, girl, you must be tired after your trip. Now, you're staying with us. And I don't want to hear any arguments.
Marge: You aren't getting any. Just tell me where to plug in my eight-track.
Philip: Geoffrey will take your bags up to the guest room.
Marge: I carry my own bag. [to Geoffrey] My brother, you have been oppressed, repressed, and suppressed by capitalism. Don't you know you can be free?
Geoffrey: I have known freedom, don't like the health plan.
Philip: Geoffrey is not oppressed. He's more our friend. Aren't you, Geoff?
Geoffrey: Whatever you say, Phil.