Joey Caruso: Look, I-I got to go.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Chris: [slams Caruso against his locker] You want to act like a punk, I'm gonna treat you like a punk. Give me your lunch money, Opie.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] First time I was scared he wouldn't hit me.
Joey Caruso: All right, here. Just leave me alone.
Chris: Well, that didn't work.
Greg: So now what?
Chris: Well, we got his lunch money. Let's go get a pizza and think about it.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] We got a pizza, but eight different bullies took a slice.