Mr. Levine: Hey, kid. Is she gone?
Chris: Yeah. How you feeling?
Mr. Levine: Like you almost killed me.
Chris: Hey, how come you have a Black daughter?
Mr. Levine: You remember when Doc said I stole his girlfriend? Let's just say it was an inside job.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Okay, can't do the joke I was thinking.
Chris: She wants to take you to Vegas.
Mr. Levine: I heard. Now you see why I don't come out of the house. All I did was open my door, try to save your life, and you try to kill me. Now she's trying to stick me in a home. Next time you want to do me a favor, do me a favor: don't.