Greg: That's a bummer man. Did she say what happened?
Chris: I haven't heard from her. Why do girls do junk like that?
Greg: I don't know what to tell you.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Greg and I had the same conversation last night and he still didn't know what to tell me.
Greg: That sucks. Man, I don't know how you made it to school today. Stood up, out there on the street, talk about embarrassing. If I were you, I'd be so depressed, I'd be standing on the top of the Brooklyn Bridge with a hundred pounds of rocks tied around my ankles and a bag of rats wrapped around my head, ready to jump...
Chris: Okay, I get it.
Greg: Forget about it, man. You're a nice guy.
Chris: Aren't you the same one who called me a little Black bum?
Greg: Like I said, I was improvising. If it makes you feel any better, I would have shown up.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That didn't mean anything. Greg once showed up at a sneaker-string taste test.