Greg: So, where were we? Oh, that's right. You were trying to explain how you didn't run me over.
Chris: No, I didn't.
Greg: So that wasn't you behind the steering wheel when my face smashed up against the windshield?
Chris: No, because if I had hit you, that meant I was driving someone's car. And that someone would go to jail for a really, really, really long time if we snitched. So not only would you be hurt, but he would be hurt, also, and don't you think enough people have been hurt already?
Greg: Okay, I get it. You didn't hit me.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Spoken just like Tina Turner.
Chris: Thank you.
Greg: You're welcome. But, uh, just between you and me... [holds Chris's face] I know it was you, Chris. I know it was you.