Michael: Big Man! I see why these cheese grits are your favorite. Mmm-mmm.
[cut to Uncle Mike locked out of the house in his underwear:]
Michael: Julius, come on, man! I said I'm sorry, man! Julius!
Julius: What?
Michael: Can I at least get my clothes, man?
Julius: You want your clothes? I got your clothes. I got your clothes. [throws the clothes out the window] That's for eating my cheese grits.
Michael: Julius, this is wrong, man.
Michael: I'm gonna tell 'Chelle about this! What you looking at?! You ain't never been throwed out before? This is wrong, man! Over some grits?!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My father eventually came downstairs to return his sock, but he shoved it somewhere that Uncle Michael couldn't reach it. I need a ride, man!