Greg: Hey, man, check this out.
Chris: What's that?
Greg: All right, well, it's a breakdown on who's got a better front court: the Knicks or the Lakers.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Since me and Greg couldn't play sports, we talked about them all the time.
Chris: Front court? What's the difference who's in the front court if Magic Johnson is in the back?

Coach Brady: Look, son, I need you on this team. What's your name again?
Chris: My name's Chris.
Coach Brady: Swish. That's you. Swish. You can suit up on game day. We're up against Delio. Be at the gym at 3:30. See you at the game, Swish.

Tate: Hey, you know if that apartment's still for rent?
Julius: Oh, yeah, it's my place. I'm Julius.
Tate: Tate.
Julius: Hey, nice to meet you. It's clean, and it's nice.
Tate: How much you asking?
Julius: $450.
Tate: $450? I can only pay four months advance.
Julius: Four months?!
Tate: All right, six, but that's it.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] With six months in advance rent, he could have shot my father in the ass and still got the room.
Julius: Have you ate yet? There you go. Come on up here, huh?

Greg: Hey, Chris, you want to study for the quiz?
Chris: Man, does it look like I want to study? Look at me, man. I'm killing. I'm two feet from a girl! [to Jennifer] Yeah, like I was saying, Bernard King he was incredible last night.
Joey Caruso: Hey, Chris.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That was the first time Caruso ever said my name.
Joey Caruso: Good luck with the game tomorrow.
Ernie: Good luck finding an ax to go with that shirt. [kids laugh]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Being on the basketball team was gonna be all right. As long as I didn't have to play.

Julius: Rochelle, this is Mr. Tate.
Rochelle: So, my husband tells me you're from Chicago.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That look means "Hey, shut up! I know what I'm doing."
Tate: No, no, I'm from Philly.
Rochelle: Philly? I love Philly.
Tate: It's all right.
Rochelle: Okay, well, it's, um... Nice to meet you.

Rochelle: That man could be a serial killer on the run from the law for all we know.
Julius: Yeah, you're right.
Rochelle: Julius!
Julius: Rochelle, everything I need to know about this man for the next six months is right here.
Rochelle: Well, I got a bad feeling about this.
Julius: Feel on! [Rochelle takes some of the rent money Julius is counting] Now hold up, hold up.

Ms. Martella: Books under the desk, eyes straight forward. We're having a pop quiz.
Greg: Yes, I knew it. [to Chris] Good luck, Swish!
Ms. Martella: No talking.

Tate: [o.s.] Yeah?
Julius: It's Julius. [latches rattling]
Tate: Hey, Mr. Julius, how you doing?
Julius: Hey. Um... My-my wife said she heard sounds and it's keeping her up.
Tate: Sounds? I didn't hear anything. [silence]
Julius: Look I, um... You know what? If... If you hear something, just let me know.
Tate: Will do, Mr. Julius.
[later, as Julius returns to his bedroom]
Rochelle: So what's he doing?
Julius: Nothing. Go to sleep. Did you put latches on the door upstairs?
Rochelle: No, why?
Julius: [grunts as he stretches] Oh, nothing.

Chris: Hey, hey, wait. I wasn't trying to blow you off the other day.
Greg: Then why did you?
Chris: It was just that...
Greg: It's just I'm not cool?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I liked hanging out with Greg, but a life without daily ass-whuppings does have its appeal.

Tate: I didn't mean to bother you, but can I borrow some Scotch tape and some ten-pound test fishing line?
Rochelle: Fishing line?
Tate: Ten-pound test.
Rochelle: We don't have any fishing line, Mr. Tate.
Tate: Maybe your husband does.
Rochelle: Well, maybe I'll ask him when he gets home.
Tate: Thank you, ma'am. I'll come back down.
Rochelle: [to herself] That man is not from Philly.