Adult Chris: [v.o.] Drew was lucky to pick up that ten dollars before the mice got ahold of it, 'cause they was going to buy some cheese.

Chris: I want a speech that'll get people excited. I want a speech that will get people to vote for me, but mostly, I want a speech I can remember.
Greg: I hear ya. You need a good hook.

Rochelle: Baby, don't worry, I know it's got to be laying around here somewhere. Drew, Tonya, come down here.
Julius: You sure nobody was in your purse?
Rochelle: Maybe, but I know it wasn't one of my kids.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] We all knew better than that. We knew the legend f the boy who went in his mother's purse.
[fantasy: A mother and father are hanging their son of their building's fire escape:]
Mother: Did you go in my purse?
Boy: What? No!
Mother: Tell the truth, baby, I'll let you go.
Boy: Okay, I did.
Mother: Drop his ass. [the boy screams] [thud] I told you I'd let you go.

Rochelle: Next time you find money around this house you better let me know, do you understand me?
Drew: Yes, ma'am.
Rochelle: Good. Boy done lost his mind. Give me my $10.
Drew: I spent it.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Oh, no, you didn't.
Rochelle: You owe me $10. Please just get out of my sight. Go, just, go. [sighs] Can you believe? [Julius pretends to be asleep]

Mrs. Milone: The winner of the student government election for eighth grade class president is... Chris. [cheering]
Chris: Whoo!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I wanted to become class president because I wanted people to believe in me. But the only reason I won was because I believed in myself.