Rochelle: [talking through the door] Now, are you sure this is going to work?
Chris: Worked for everybody on the block.
Rochelle: How many teaspoons do we need to take? One or two?
Chris: Six.
Rochelle: Six?!
Chris: Yeah, six.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I knew that was too much and I risked putting my family in a coma, but I wasn't risking my mother catching me with a girl.
[fantasy: as Chris and Tasha lean in on the couch, Rochelle busts through the wall wearing military fatiguies and holding a machine gun:]
Rochelle: [screaming and grunting] Freeze! 'Cause I ain't raising no babies!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Kool-Aid's gone Rambo.