Mark Watson: Mom! Dad! There's something I have to tell you... I'm black.
Professor Banks: Mr. Watson, I am not a humorless man, but if you insist on taking up my class time making jokes, please see to it that they are funny.
Mark Watson: What's happening, brother? Get down, get down. Looking good, mamma, looking good. Well, I gots to be going now.
Professor Banks: Some of you may have had easy lives up until now. Some of you may not. Life this semester won't be easy for any of you. Your grades in your first year of law school can determine your entire future in the law.
Mark: This is the Cosby decade. America loves black people.
Mark Watson: With all due respect, sir, I just spent 18 hours locked in a jail cell, on no formal charges, getting pulverized by drunken bigots.
Gordon Bloomfeld: A black Negro? He never told me he was a black Negro. Thank you. Boy, just when you think you get to know somebody. I'm gonna go confront him with this information right now. Wow... Mark... a black Negro.
Mark Watson: She told me they have support for people whose parents are poor, but not for those whose parents are assholes.
Professor Banks: I understand you are allowed one phone call from jail?
Mark Watson: Yes.
Professor Banks: Next time you get arrested, use it to call me. I'll bring you your books. You can study in jail.
