Adult Chris: [v.o.] Since my mother wouldn't let me leave Corleone, I had to take drastic measures.
Greg: You're going to get yourself kicked out?
Chris: I have to get out of here. What other choice do I have?
Greg: I don't know. I guess I just don't want you to go. You leave me here by myself, I'm toast.
Chris: You'll be all right. The only reason why they mess with you is 'cause you hang out with me. You'll find new friends.
Greg: But we're a team, man. We're like Starsky and Hutch. Hall and Oates.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Like Itchy and Blacky.