Adult Chris: [v.o.] Even though I didn't like the idea of homework over Thanksgiving, I did learn what Thanksgiving was all about.
Chris: To me, Thanksgiving means family and togetherness. Thanksgiving came about when the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock. The Indians greeted them, provided them shelter, taught them how to grow corn and how to prepare for the winter. They went on to cook one of the greatest meals the pilgrims every ate. And in appreciation for showing them how to prosper and survive in this brave new world, the pilgrims killed the Indians and created a holiday in their honor. So on this Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for my family, my friends, but most importantly, I'm thankful that I'm not a Native American.
[Ms. Morello is the only person to clap. The other students give Chris a blank stare. Greg shakes his head at Chris. Outside the class room, a tear runs down the eye of a Native American man.]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Happy Thanksgiving.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Since I couldn't afford to buy a chain, I avoided Malvo to buy some time. I took every train. I took every bus. No matter how hard I tried to avoid Malvo, he always seemed to be around. If I could've, I would've taken a underground railroad.
[fantasy:]
Harriet Tubman: Is you running to the north?
Chris: No, I'm running from Malvo.
Harriet Tubman: Malvo? You'd a been better off a slave. Get on, now, and remember: you ain't seen nothing.

Mr. Abbott: Okay, let's start. School.
Chris: School.
Mr. Abbott: Teacher.
Chris: Teacher.
Mr. Abbott: Okay, I-I don't think you understand this. I-I don't need you to repeat what I say. I need you to say the first thing that comes to mind.
Chris: But what you say is the first thing that comes to my mind.
Mr. Abbott: Well, I need you to say the next thing that comes to mind.
Chris: So the second thing?
Mr. Abbott: If the second thing that comes to mind is the thing that works in your mind, then let's do that thing.

Mr. Abbott: Hey, hey, hey, don't get mad at me, short bus. You're the one that didn't take this test serious. It's a test. What did you think was gonna happen? You know what they do to food before they give it to people? They test it. They don't even give people, uh, paper towels without testing it first. How do you think they know that Bounty is the quicker picker-upper? They test it, and you know what happens to all the other paper towels that couldn't sop up the grease? They fail and get sent back.
Chris: Well, maybe if they would've told the paper towel that he needed to sop up the grease to get to the store, he would've done better.
Mr. Abbott: What are you talking about?!
Chris: I don't know. You started it.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Meanwhile, I had started acting like a bad boy for Tasha, but ended up being a jerk to everybody.
Waitress: Can I take your order?
Chris: Bus' it. We get some French fries?
Waitress: We don't have French fries.
Chris: Y'all call yourself a French restaurant. All right, what y'all got?
Waitress: Uh, have you had a chance to look at the menu?
Chris: Nah. Y'all got some fish?
Waitress: We have several types.
Chris: All right, well, fry some of that up for me, get us some drinks, some salad with French dressing some of them escargots, some French onion soup, some French toast, and for dessert, some French vanilla ice cream.
Waitress: Anything else?
Chris: Y'all got French mustard?
Waitress: I'll check.
Chris: Check on then. [lights another match] [to Tasha] You want one?

Chris: Greg, I'm getting tired of your complaining. I've been getting knocked down for years and you don't see me whining. I just get up and dust myself off.
Greg: Of course you do, you're Black. You overcame slavery, lynchings and racism. You know how to deal with suffering. I'm a White guy, I'm supposed to have it easy.
Chris: Greg, right now, I'm standing up the most perfect girl in the world. Her family is amazing. They clapped when I entered. They laughed at everything I said. They gave me sweet potato pops. They even gave me this sweater. This sweater cost more than our car. Her parents are a lawyer and a doctor. Last time I saw a lawyer and a doctor together was when my uncle went to the hospital for a routine checkup and came out dead. So if you don't get your harmonica-playing, hole-in-the-sock-wearing, woe-is-me, I-should-have- everything-easy behind up, I'm gonna smack the cracker out of you.
Greg: Oh, man, the dance. You missed your date with Jenise to come and find me?
Chris: Don't sweat it. You would have done the same thing for me.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] When the situation came up years later, he didn't.

Police Officer: Was there money in the tires?
Chris: No.
Police Officer: A baby?
Chris: A baby in the tires?
Police Officer: You'd be surprised. Was this baby Black or White?
Chris: There was no baby in the tires.
Police Officer: Well, tell me, sir, exactly what was in the tires?
Chris: Air.
Police Officer: White air?
Chris: White air?!
Police Officer: You'd be surprised. All right, fill this out, and we'll see what we can do.
Chris: Well, should I move it so I don't get a ticket?
Police Officer: Don't bother. [slaps a ticket on the windshield] Too late.

Mr. Abbott: Okay, I'm going to make it a little simpler for you. Slow.
Chris: Fast.
Mr. Abbott: Dumb.
Chris: Sucker.
Mr. Abbott: Punk.
Chris: Chump.
Mr. Abbott: Idiot.
Chris: Fool.
Mr. Abbott: Who?
Chris: You.
Mr. Abbott: What?
Chris: Chicken-butt.
Mr. Abbott: Put it in a cup.
Chris: Go around the corner and lick it up. [Mr. Abott starts writing] Oh, wait a minute.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] After a day behind the wheel of a car, I had been popular, I had been terrified, and I was ready to get back on the bus.
Chris: Oh, no.
Police Officer: Hey, kid! Hey! A little young to be driving, ain't you?
Chris: I'm just listening to the radio, officer.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] There's only one reason the police in Brooklyn would pass up the chance to bust a Black kid in a car, two Black kids in a car. [siren blaring]

Chris: Listen, when y'all get to the house, don't ring the bell or knock on the door. Just wait, okay?
Drew: Whatever.
Tonya: What if I have to go to the bathroom?
Chris: Go at school.
Tonya: That bathroom is so nasty.
Chris: Listen. You wake up Daddy, he's gonna punch me square in the face, and if he does that, I'm gonna punch you in the face, and then he's gonna kill me and wind up in jail. Now do you want daddy to go to jail?
Tonya: No.
Chris: No? All right then.