Julius: Rochelle? Rochelle?!
Rochelle: What?!
Julius: Let me in.
Rochelle: No. You smell.
Julius: That's the smell of a working man.
Rochelle: No, that is the smell of Aquaman.
Julius: Rochelle, open the door.
Rochelle: No. Look, baby, I understand that this job brings you more free time and more money, but I can't take it anymore. The kids can't breathe. I cannot sleep at night. Do you not know that I'm at that Laundromat every day? I've been burning so much incense, ten people came by here trying to buy reggae albums.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Hey, mon!