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Joe Clark: [in a conference room at city hall] I don't have time for Mrs. Elliott's problem!

Dr. Frank Napier: You better make time!

Joe Clark: We are being crucified by a process that is turning blacks into a permanent underclass here, Frank. A permanent underclass!

[Dr. Napier turns away from him and puts some papers in his briefcase]

Joe Clark: See! See, nobody wants to talk about that! NOBODY! Mrs. Elliott's missionary zeal about Mozart has nothing to do with our problem. Nothing! What good is Mozart going to do a bunch of children who can't go out and get a job?

Dr. Frank Napier: Joe, your personal battles are gonna cost us the war. Worry about the test scores.

Joe Clark: WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK I'M WORRIED ABOUT?

Dr. Frank Napier: END OF DISCUSSION! Debate is over! You will write a formal apology!

Joe Clark: I will what?

Dr. Frank Napier: A formal apology for your treatment of Mrs. Elliott and Darnell and for your vicious and thoughtless insults to the women of this community! You will kow tow. You will step and fetch!

Joe Clark: If you think that I'm gonna...

Dr. Frank Napier: [slams briefcase shut] Get used to it! It's the WAY OF THE WORLD! If you're so hot on discipline, then goddammit

[pounds on briefcase]

Dr. Frank Napier: start by accepting mine because contrary to popular opinion, I'M THE HEAD NIGGER IN CHARGE!

[He grabs his briefcase and heads for the door]

Dr. Frank Napier: Come on, let's get something to eat.

Joe Clark: [following him to the door and walking out with him] Boy... you really think you bad, don't you?