Adult Chris: [v.o.] You never really appreciate a friend until you try to find another one.
Boy: Did you see Knight Rider last night?
Chris: No. Did you see the Celtics game?
Boy: No.
Chris: I didn't so.
Puerto Rican Boy: [to Greg] ¿Viste el partido de los Celtics?
Greg: Si.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] If I had known there was a Porto Rican kid in the school, I would've hung out with him in the first place.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother couldn't admit what she did, so the only thing left for her to do was sell her food stamps.
Rochelle: [quietly] Food stamps. I got those food stamps.
Older Woman: What? You got to speak up. I can't hear what you're saying.
Rochelle: I said I got food stamps. I got those food stamps.
Older Woman: Oh, whoop-de-damn-do. I got food stamps, too.
Rochelle: Excuse me.

Rochelle: Food stamps. Come on, girl, you know you need them. Listen, I'm short on my light bill. I need to sell these food stamps.
Woman: Fifty cent on the dollar.
Rochelle: Oh, no, no, no. No, thank you. Beat it, beat it.
Woman: Food stamps!
Rochelle: What?
Woman: Food stamps! Fifty cent on the dollar.
[A crowd forms around the woman]
Rochelle: What the hell? What the hell is going.
Woman: All right, all right. One at a time. One at a time.
Rochelle: Damn it!

Greg: Get out of my way.
Chris: No, you get out of my way.
Girl: Fight!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Like wars, most fights are started by people who won't get hit.

Pam: Excuse me, did I just hear you say you were selling food stamps?
Rochelle: I most certainly am- [sees Sheila]... not selling food stamps. Who said I was selling food stamps?
Sheila: Rochelle!
Rochelle: Hey, hey!
Sheila: Hey, I didn't know you knew Pam.
Rochelle: Hi, Pam. We just met. Girl, your hair looks good.
Sheila: Thank you. Pam is my hairdresser. I just came from her shop.
Rochelle: Coincidence.
Pam: So what about the food stamps?
Rochelle: I'm not selling food stamps.
Sheila: You selling food stamps?
Rochelle: No, no, no, no.
Pam: It looked like to me that she was selling food stamps.

Rochelle: So, uh, where's your shop?
Pam: Oh, it's right up the block.
Rochelle: Okay, okay.
Pam: You like you could use a touch up.
Rochelle: I sure can. Uh, um... When's your next appointment?
Sheila: Oh, no, no, she can take you now, can't you, Pam?
Pam: Yeah, I was just came to get some lunch, but you know, my next appointment isn't for another hour.
Sheila: See? There you go. Well, I'll see y'all later.
Rochelle: All right, girl.
Sheila: Hey, you see that lady selling food stamps, let me know. [all chuckle]
Rochelle: Will do. Take care. Looking good, girl. So where's your shop?
Pam: Girl, it's right up the street. Come on, I'll put you up right now.

Drew: Hey, Dad, can we get Frosted Flakes next time we go to the store?
Julius: I don't know. Did you spend all the food stamps?
Chris: Hey, Mom, now that we have fresh bread, can we have French toast? I've never had it when the bread wasn't smashed.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Even though my mother cared about what people thought, she cared a little more about what we thought.
Rochelle: I have a confession to make.
Julius: What's wrong?
Rochelle: We don't have the money to go to the movies.
Julius: What are you talking about? After your hair and the light bill, we should have at least $30 left over.
Rochelle: Well, I used it to buy groceries.
Julius: What?
Rochelle: I told you, I don't like shopping with food stamps. Sheila was in the store when I was there and I just got a little embarrassed. I didn't want her to think we couldn't afford food.