Chris: Well, what do I have to do?
Ms. Morello: Well, first you have to be Black.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Check.
Ms. Morello: And then you have to take the admittance exam. And if you pass, they'll pay for you to go. It's a full scholarship.
Chris: I'll do whatever it takes.
Ms. Morello: All right then, I'll help you out.
Greg: This is great.
Chris: Thanks.
Ms. Morello: Now give me some skin. [Chris rubs his hand across Ms. Morello's] I've always wanted to do that.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Run before she makes you tap dance.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While I was getting a vote of confidence, my mother was demanding a recount.
Rochelle: What do you mean you gave Ryan a hundred dollars?
Julius: What are you getting all upset about? He'll pay it back, and then some.
Rochelle: That is not what I'm talking about. Your son asked you to send him to one of the best schools in the city, and all you could do was say, "Oh, I can't afford it." But then your brother comes waltzing in here talking about he's selling mixtapes out of the trunk of his car, and all of a sudden you become Daddy Warbucks?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Daddy Warbucks?
Julius: Daddy Warbucks?
Rochelle: He's the rich guy from Little Orphan Annie.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Oh.
Julius: Oh.

Rochelle: Explain yourself.
Julius: Rochelle, look, I want Chris to go to the school, but that's me spending money I don't have. Mixtapes are an investment.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Unlike education.
Julius: Besides, I want to help my brother out.
Rochelle: You never help my brother out.
Julius: Are you kidding me? Since we've been married, he's eaten $12,038.12 worth of groceries. I'm helping him stay alive.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Amazingly, my mother didn't have a comeback for that one. [glass shatters] I stand corrected.

Tonya: Well, I just found out that I'm not going to be in the recital anymore.
Rochelle: Oh, no, what happened? The teacher said you're one of her best dancers.
Tonya: You know my partner, Derrick, right?
Rochelle: Yeah.
Tonya: Well, he had a ballet accident, and he broke his ankle.
Rochelle: Well, what happened?
Tonya: Well, he told some guys that he did ballet, and they broke his ankle.

Greg: We made it.
Chris: I guess so. Now, let's get in there so we can get out of here.
Greg: Next stop, the Bronx Academy.
Chris: Dude, I am so in there.
Joey Caruso: Hey, Spridel, Chim Chim, let's go.

Greg: So where are you going to high school?
Chris: Well, I want to go to Foxy Brown High.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] The principal looks like Pam Grier.
Chris: But my mom wants me to go to Tattaglia. I just don't think I can go through four more years of being the only Black kid.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I wasn't sure what Tattaglia would be like, but judging from the name, I had an idea. [footage of an anti-integration protest]
Greg: Don't worry, man. If you can make it through this, you can make it through that.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] He must have me confused with Nelson Mandela.

Greg: What happened to you?
Chris: I'm practicing eating by myself again.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Good practice for my "dating years."

Greg: You act like we're never going to see each other again. This isn't easy for me, either.
Chris: Well, at least your whole school's not gonna hate you.
Greg: People have to notice you to hate you. I'm gonna be invisible.
Chris: I'd pay money to be invisible. I mean, look at me. I got one friend, and he's White.
Greg: Look at me. I got one friend, and he's Black.
Chris: You got a point.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While my plans went into the garbage, Uncle Ryan threw out a proposal.
Ryan: Hey, just the man I'm looking for.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Translation: "I need some money."
Julius: Hey, man, what you got going this time?
Drew: Uncle Ryan is selling mixtapes.
Julius: Mixtapes? What, like masking tape and duct tape on the same roll.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's a good idea.
Ryan: Nah, man, mixed tapes. Mixtapes.
[fantasy: Dr. Information appears on a rotating platform with a car in the street:]
Dr. Information: A mixtape is a compilation of tracks that have been recorded on a cassette tape. These tapes, once compiled, can be sold on any major city street out of the trunk of a Black man's cars, typically a Buick or a Lincoln. Since the cost of the tapes is so low, and the music is free, selling mixtapes was and is still, a profitable, although illegal, business.

Tonya: Hi, Daddy. Hi, Uncle Ryan.
Ryan: Hey, what's going on?
Tonya: I'm selling tickets to my ballet recital. I'm doing something from Swan Lake.
Ryan: Uh-oh. A ballerina. How much are they?
Tonya: Five dollars.
Ryan: Hey, man, loan me ten bucks.
Julius: I just gave you a hundred.
Ryan: That's my seed money. It's for your daughter.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Before ATM machines, my father was the human version. You just had to know the code.