Samuel Bicke: I wanna throw an idea at you. Zebras.
Harold Mann: Zebras?
Samuel Bicke: Zebras. You see, they're black, and they're white. The Black Panthers become The Zebras, and membership will double.
Samuel Bicke: Mr. Bernstein, sir there are people who sit and wait their lives away on the promise of the dream that will not come... they are the sheep.
Samuel Bicke: Please let them know, maestro. Let them know I was nervous... that unlike the powerful I was not so arrogant, as to be sure that my actions were righteous. Certainty is the disease of kings, maestro... and Sam Bicke was many things, but not a king. He just wanted to make a change, to stop the lies... and he aimed high.
Samuel Bicke: I'm white.
Harold Mann: Yeah, well we all got to be born something.
Samuel Bicke: What happened, Mr. Bernstein... to the land of plenty. When there's plenty for the few, and nothing for the plenty. Is that the American Dream?
Samuel Bicke: They can rebuild the White House, but they will never forget me. Not ever.
Samuel Bicke: What about my rights?
Bonny Simmons: You got a right to be mad.
Samuel Bicke: Slavery never really ended in this country. It just gave it another name... Em-plo-yee.
