Rochelle: Tonya, what is this mess, girl?
Tonya: I was trying to make hot chocolate.
Rochelle: I don't want you fooling around with this hot chocolate again, do you hear me? Now get upstairs before I make your behind hot!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I thought I'd see George Bush in a do-rag before Tonya got in trouble.
Rochelle: And where were you? You're late.
Chris: My bus broke down.
Rochelle: Next time, you better get off and fix it.
Chris: Yes, ma'am.