Joey Caruso: Well, give me a quarter, too. I'll call my mom.
Chris: No. I only have one quarter.
Joey Caruso: Ah, don't worry about it. [takes quarter] I'll have my mother call your mother. [on the pay phone] Mom. Yeah, it's Joey. All right, if the school calls and says I'm lost, I'm not. Nah, I'm okay. I'm with Chris. Yeah, the Black one.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Strange realizing that Caruso had a loving family at home. A loving racist family.
Joey Caruso: All right. Love you. Bye. [hangs up]
Chris: Hey, you were supposed to tell her to call my mom.
Joey Caruso: Forgot. Sorry. Why don't you call collect? That's what the guys in prison do.