Adult Chris: [v.o.] While my mother got ready for New Years, Peaches got ready to rumble.
Peaches: How come you won't let Chris go to Times Square with me?
Rochelle: Well, hello, Peaches.
Peaches: You know what, Rochelle? If we are gonna be friends, at some point you are gonna have to learn how to trust me.
Rochelle: Mmm. Now, I'll trust you with some clothes, but trusting you with my children, that's another thing.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Not to Britney Spears.
Peaches: Oh! Huh. And why is that?
Rochelle: You know why.
Peaches: No, no, no, no. Say it. Say it. No, no, no. Say it. I want to hear you say it.
Rochelle: Um... you're an ex-convict.
Peaches: Oh, my God, she said it. She said it. Rochelle, what you think I'ma do?
[fantasy: Peaches emerges from a bank holding a bag of cash and a gun:]
Peaches: I got it! Drive the car, Chris. Drive the car! Drive the car! Drive the car!