Jerome: Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yo, little man, let me hold a dollar.
Chris: I don't have any money.
Thug #1: So what you got, then?
Chris: Nothing! I stopped carrying stuff, 'cause every time I come by here, you ask me where I live. I say, "Right down there," and then you rob me anyway.
Jerome: You live around here?
Chris: Yeah, right down there.
Thug #1: That's a nice bike.
Jerome: Look at that. Yeah. That's new?
Chris: Yeah.
Thug #1: Why don't you, uh, let me take a ride on your bike.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Translation: Can I steal your bike, please?
Chris: My dad said not to let anybody ride it.
Fat Mike: Why don't you guys leave him alone?
Thug #1: Yo, Fat Mike. You know this dude?
Fat Mike: Yeah. He lives right up the street.
Jerome: Man, why you ain't say you know Fat Mike?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Uh, because I don't.