Peaches: Rochelle? Oh, I heard so much about you. [hugs her] Oh, my God. I've been meaning to go upstairs and say hi. But, whoo, things have been so crazy since I got out.
Rochelle: Got out?
Peaches: Mm-hm.
Rochelle: Of what?
Peaches: Jail.
Rochelle: Jail?
Peaches: Mm-hm. Ooh, girl, can you believe it? I go out with this guy, he gon' knock over a liquor store. I'm in the car, and he hop in with a bag of money waving his gun talking about, "Drive, drive, drive!" Next thing I know I'm doing four to six years for aiding and abetting.
Rochelle: All right, well, I will talk to you later.
Peaches: Ooh! Girl, that is a nice purse.
Rochelle: Oh, it's all leather.
Peaches: Mm-hm. See, I knew I would like you. I love people with good taste. You're just like me.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Minus the tackiness and the rap sheet.