Tonya: Chris, what are you putting on your list?
Chris: I'm not writing a list. That's for kids.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I wasn't writing a list, because the only thing I wanted was a portable cassette player. Having a Walkman meant you could even listen to bad music and nobody had to know.
[flashback to Chris sitting on a bench next to a middle-aged man who is listening to a Walkman:]
Man: [sings] Shout, let it all out
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Unless you were dumb enough to sing along.
Man: [sings] These are the things I can do without Come on I'm talking to you Come on.
[present]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I had been leaving that ad all over the house, so I was pretty sure my mother got the hint.
[Rochelle finds an ad for a Walkman taped to a frozen chicken, underneath the iron, and even in one of her hair curlers]