Adult Chris: [v.o.] I was trying to become my own person, but my mother still thought she owned me.
Rochelle: What you think you're doing?
Chris: I'm making breakfast.
Rochelle: With my eggs?
Chris: No, I bought the eggs, and I bought the bacon.
Rochelle: Oh. Well, you ain't buy that skillet. You ain't buy that fire. You ain't buy that spatula. You ain't buy that plate.
Chris: Next time, I'll remember to buy a paper plate.
Rochelle: Ooh! Next time? Oh, next? "Oh, next time, I'll remember to buy a paper" No, next time, you need to remember this ain't your kitchen! This ain't your stove. This ain't your floor. Those ain't your frozen gizzards. That ain't your...!
Chris: You say none of this is mine, maybe I should find someplace else to be.
Rochelle: Uh-oh! Did y'all see that? I guess he jumping bad now. You bad! I guess you Shaft! You's a bad mother-- Shut your mouth! No. Since you're so independent, so liberated, maybe you need to go live in the Statue of Liberty.
Chris: Fine. I'm leaving.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I stood my ground, and now I was gonna be standing out on the street.