Adult Chris: [v.o.] Even though I hid the weed, I couldn't hide the smell.
Rochelle: [sniffs] What is that?
Julius: What is what?
Rochelle: That smell.
Chris: I don't smell anything. Maybe it's the greens.
Drew: If you can't smell anything, how do you know it's the greens?
Julius: [sniffs] That's not greens.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Oh, it's greens, all right.
Rochelle: It smells like it's coming from under the table.
Tonya: It smells like weed.
[fantasy: As Chris imagines Rochelle, Julius, Drew and Tonya turning to look at him, a bead of sweat runs down his forehead]