Adult Chris: [v.o.] While my mother searched Brooklyn for a Baryshnikov, my Uncle Ryan found his inner Russell Simmons.
Ryan: Two, two fifty, three, three fifty, 400 dollars.
Julius: Ooh... I cannot believe this. $400 selling tapes. Man, I gotta tell you, I didn't think it was going to work.
Ryan: Have I ever lied to you?
Julius: No, I guess you haven't.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] But lying and not knowing what the hell you're talking about are two different things.