Julius: $200 is $200. Either you're gonna shop with it, or I am. And you don't want me to go shopping.
[fantasy: Julius has a cart full of generic food when he passes by a sign for damaged food]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My father figured out that the only food cheaper than generic food was damaged food.
Rochelle: Fine. Since we got the extra cash, can you give me $20, so I could get my hair done?
Julius: Can you do it yourself? [off Rochelle's look] Sure, baby, you go ahead. You look good. $200, man! Thank you, Lord.