Julius: Rochelle, money is money. Cash, food stamps-- what's the difference?
Rochelle: Because I don't want to have to curse nobody out.
Julius: What?!
Rochelle: Julius, when I pull out food stamps, people look at me like I ain't got no husband. They talk to me like I ain't got no sense. They treat me like I ain't got no class. And if somebody treats me like that, I'm gonna curse them out!

Julius: You are never going to believe what happened.
Rochelle: What?
Julius: Hah! Bah-yah! That's $200-worth of food stamps.
Rochelle: Where did you get food stamps from, Julius?
Julius: I found them. Adult Chris: [v.o.] From the time he was a kid to the time he was an adult, my father loved to find money.
[flashback:]
Young Julius: Mom! Mom! Mom! I found a quarter. I love you, quarter. I'm gonna keep you and name you Bernard.
[flashback to a hospital delivery room:]
Doctor: It's a boy!
Julius: I found a dollar!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's not even my mother.

Julius: $200 is $200. Either you're gonna shop with it, or I am. And you don't want me to go shopping.
[fantasy: Julius has a cart full of generic food when he passes by a sign for damaged food]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My father figured out that the only food cheaper than generic food was damaged food.
Rochelle: Fine. Since we got the extra cash, can you give me $20, so I could get my hair done?
Julius: Can you do it yourself? [off Rochelle's look] Sure, baby, you go ahead. You look good. $200, man! Thank you, Lord.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] When I was a kid, my dad would try to save money any way he could, so when my mother went shopping, he had one rule:
[flashback:]
Julius: No name brands.
[present:]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] So instead of Fruit Loops, Cheerios, or Frosted Flakes, we got...
Chris: "Cereal"? What is this stuff? Is it oats? Is it flakes?
Tonya: Is there a prize inside?
Rochelle: The prize is you don't starve to death. Ring it up.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] When it came to soap, instead of Zest, Dial, or Coast, we got...
Chris: Camay?
Rochelle: Do you have a problem with that? Ring it up.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother could save money a lot of places but not on her ass.

Chris: This looks great. Mercury is closest to the sun, Venus is second, Earth is third. And we have four moons around Jupiter. It's perfectly to scale.
Greg: Quit lying to yourself.
Chris: What's that supposed to mean?
Greg: If Earth was actually this close to the sun, we'd all be dead.

Julius: You know, I been thinking. Since I found this money, we got over $100 left after we pay the light bill and get your hair done. Maybe we could splurge for once.
Rochelle: Splurge?
Julius: Yeah, I mean $100. I could take the day off. I could sleep till 9:00. Hey, we could even go to a movie for once.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That was 1982. These days, $100 won't even buy you $20.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother finally had to turn to the one guy she thought could help her... Risky. Now, Risky specialized in buying and selling things he wasn't supposed to have.
Rochelle: Come on, Risky. Man, this $200 worth of food stamps.
Risky: $200 dollars worth of food stamps? I'm trying to sell $2,000 worth of food stamps. Want to buy an iron?
Rochelle: You take food stamps?

Chris: [to his new friend] Hold my books.
Greg: [to his new friend] Hold my books.
Chris: Hold my sweater.
Greg: Hold my vest.
Chris: Hold my watch.
Greg: Hold my Star Trek bracelet.
Chris: Hold my shoes.
[The crowd is disappointed when Chris and Greg bust out laughing]
Greg: [laughing] "Hold my shoes"! Where'd you get that?
Chris: It was either that or punch you in the face.
Greg: Seriously?
Chris: No.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother decided to hit the one place where selling food stamps would be easy.
Rochelle: Food stamps, Food stamps, 50 cent on the dollar. Come on, Paco.
Risky: I'll take a nickel bag.
Rochelle: Risky?
Risky: Rochelle? What you doing? You selling weed?
Rochelle: No, I'm not selling weed. I'm selling food stamps.
Risky: Oh, well, who's selling weed?
Rochelle: Get your jelly bean head out of here.