Chris: I'm getting a Walkman.
Greg: No way.
Chris: It's the only thing I've been asking for.
Greg: Man, I would kill for one of those. You're so lucky.
Chris: How come your dad doesn't get you one?
Greg: Censorship. He wants to makes sure he can hear the music I'm listening to.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] First rap was fun, then rap was gun.
[fantasy: two cops are arresting Greg, who is wearing a do-rag]
Greg: Let me go, you bitches. You're punks, both of you. West Side! West Side!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Years later, Greg played some Ice Cube and his own father shot him.