Julius: Baby, I don't want to fight anymore either. But why'd you feel you had to hide money from me?
Rochelle: I wasn't really hiding it. I was just keeping it in a safe place just in case something happened.
Julius: Something like what?
Rochelle: Julius, you work hard, and we barely make ends meet now. I mean, God forbid something happens to you. I mean, you could get hit by a postal truck or a gas truck. Get run over by a car, get high blood pressure, get the flu, gout, pneumonia, scoliosis, scurvy... You could fall off a building, trip off the escalator, get jumped, get stabbed, you could get MS, ALS, CHP, CCBD.
Julius: What's that?
Rochelle: I don't know, but it sounds like it'll kill you.