Adult Chris: [v.o.] If Tasha were here to do her voice-over, she would admit that she's heartbroken.
Adult Tasha: [v.o.] No, I wouldn't. I wasn't heartbroken, I don't even remember this happening.
Tasha: So I'll see you later?
Chris: Um, yeah.
Tasha: Okay.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] While Tasha silently suffered in Brooklyn...
Adult Tasha: [v.o.] I wasn't suffering then and I'm not suffering now... I don't care.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Be quiet.

Drew: Too bad you didn't get to see Back to the Future. You probably could have sat right next to Tasha.
Chris: I know.
Drew: And afterwards, you could have gone to the park, got some ice cream...
Julius: Yeah.
Drew: Probably chocolate, 'cause I know you like chocolate.
Chris: Yeah, I know.
Drew: It would've been one of the best days of your life, and now it's ruined. I'm sure glad I didn't miss the movie to see this game.
Chris & Julius: Okay!

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Me and Drew had never been inside Earl's bar. It was a place where men got together to act like men.
Mr. Omar: Hitter's got a full count.
Julius: That don't mean nothing.
Mr. Omar: I'll tell you what it means. It's going to be tragic.
Monk: Tragic? Want to hear about something tragic? You ever been lost in the Peruvian Jungle with a mine stuck to your butt?
Julius: Man, will you be quiet and watch the game?

Vanessa: Well, then why did you let me go out with him?
Rochelle: I tried to talk you out of it!
Vanessa: No, you didn't. You said, "I don't think this is such a good idea."
Rochelle: Well, what was I supposed to say?
Vanessa: You supposed to say, "He broke, don't go out with him."
Rochelle: And that would make a difference?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Not to Britney Spears.
Vanessa: Yeah, well, when I'm doing something stupid, you're supposed to stop me.
Rochelle: Well, don't blame me, heifer, you're a grown woman.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Believe it or not, that's how they made up.
Rochelle: You still got me on the books for Tuesday?
Vanessa: Does Diana Ross wear a wig?

Drew: So, can we go dad?
Chris: Yeah! Gooden's pitching.
Julius: All right.
Michael: Cool. Y'all about to see a good game! You about to see Gooden and Strawberry.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] A few years later, you'd have to go to prison to do that.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Tonya loved Billy Ocean, so naturally, she joined the Billy Ocean fan club and sent off for an autographed picture. But it wasn't the first fan club she joined. There was the DeBarge fan club. The Shalamar fan club. Even the Terence Trent D'Arby fan club. Too bad they were bought out by the Al B. Sure fan club.

Monk: Well, what's to decide? Is she cute?
Chris: It's Tasha.
Monk: Tasha! That was the code name to my first field exercise in Qatar. Man, forget that game. They play 180 games a year, every year. That girl asked you out once. Now don't expect her to do it twice. Anyway... I couldn't imagine going to a baseball game with my father.
Chris: Why not?
Monk: Because they didn't have baseball games in the Quang Ngai Province.
Chris: Was your dad in Vietnam?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Nope. Queens.
Monk: I don't know, he disappeared when I was two. I haven't seen him since.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] 20 years later, Monk found his father on MySpace. Profile name: Military Mike-tastic.

Risky: Go to the game. My father never took me 'cause I was a test tube baby. Want some peanuts?

Rochelle: Tonya! I have a big envelope for you!
Tonya: Is it my picture?
Rochelle: Oh, I don't know, but... smells Caribbean to me! Maybe he wrote your name. He probably said something special!
Tonya: Ma, this is not Billy Ocean. This is Billy Dee Williams.
Rochelle: What? Let's see that. Damn it, Risky.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother lost friends over money, and over men, but she wasn't about to let anybody get in the way of a good perm.
Rochelle: Hey, girl.
Vanessa: Hey.
Rochelle: I'm sorry. I shouldn't tell you who you can and can't go out with.
Vanessa: I know. I know you was just looking out for me.
Rochelle: So how was it?
Vanessa: Awful. I never been with a man that cheap in my life.
Rochelle: He's not cheap, he's broke. Trust me, there's a big difference.