Vivian: Marge, when you tell Will that we chained ourselves together at sit-ins, you're only giving him the romantic part of the struggle. Girlfriends, you are leaving out everything that went before it: the leaflets, the petitions, the years of trying to work through the system.
Marge: The system doesn't work. You have to blow the door down. Looks to me like you forgot that.
Philip: You talk as if I wasn't there with you in Birmingham facing dogs and firehoses. This is me, Olfame, the same Olfame 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, Adabola.