Greg: I hate these plastic covers, especially in the summer. They get your legs all sweaty and make 'em stick.
Chris: My mom used to love plastic covers so much, she'd put on a second set to make sure the first set looked nice. Hey, where's your mom?
Greg: I live with my dad. They split up. My dad said they really didn't get along.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Actually, she ran off with Greg's uncle, but that's another episode on a different show.

Chris: Oh, man, it's 4:30.
Greg: 4:30?! You got to go! I'm not supposed to have any company over. If my dad finds out you're in here, he's going to kill me. [Greg sees his dad arrive at the door] No! You got to hide!
Chris: Hide? I can't hide. I got to go. If I don't get home, my mom's going to kill me.
Greg: Chris, I'm serious. Please, you gotta hide.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Greg looked at me like his father was Ike Turner.
Greg: Go, go, go! Get in there. As soon as the coast is clear, I'll sneak you out the back.
Art Wuliger: Who you talking to?
Greg: I'm talking to myself.
Art Wuliger: You lonely? I'll get you a gerbil. Now get ready for dinner.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While I was hiding in the closet, the only thing I could think about was getting the hell out of there and getting home. The biggest difference between being in a Black neighborhood and a White neighborhood is the Black guys'll beat you up and rob you. The White guys'll just beat you up. Even though I was scared, I figured the best way to get through this was to act like I belonged.
["Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees plays as Chris confidently strolls down the sidewalk. As he walks by a group of Italian Americans, they shout out to him and gather behind him]
Men: Get out of here. Hey! Yeah, what have we got here, huh? What are you doing, huh? Ah, forget about it, little watermelon. Keep walking! You got to keep right.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Where do they come up with this stuff?
Men: No fried chicken around here. He's right! Get on out of here. Watch your back. Go back to your Black neighborhood, kid.

Art Wuliger: Geez. Gregory, you got dents all in my sofa. Can you sit in one spot, and can you drink out of one glass?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] This is like CSI: Brooklyn.
Art Wuliger: Gregory, did you have somebody over here? I told you, no company when I'm not here.
Greg: Dad, I had my friend Chris over after school. We played video games and stuff.
Art Wuliger: The next time you want to have somebody in here you ask first, you understand?
Greg: Dad... He's still here.
[Greg is surprised as he looks in his closet and fails to find Chris]

Rochelle: Julius, wake up.
Julius: I know. Give me five more minutes.
Rochelle: Julius.
Julius: [mumbling] $1762.95.
Rochelle: Julius!

Rochelle: [o.s.] I looked all over the house. He's not here.He should have been home a long time ago.
Tonya: Do you think Chris is dead?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] In my neighborhood, being 15 minutes late could mean you're dead.
Drew: He's not dead. He's just late.

Chris: [screams]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Still not dead.
Art Wuliger: Hey.
Greg: Chris.
Thug: Art, do you know this kid?
Art Wuliger: Yeah, sure.
Thug: You know that guy?
[After Art shakes his head, the thugs chase an older Black man down the street]

Rochelle: Upstairs. Right now.
Tonya: Is Chris gonna get in trouble?
Rochelle: Is that your business?

Julius: Hey... Thanks for bringing him home.
Art Wuliger: Yeah. Next time, keep a better eye on your kid.
Julius: Hey. What you trying to say?
Art Wuliger: I'm just saying, I'm on my own, I work, I got my own kid. You think I got time to run around the neighborhood looking for your kid?
Julius: I said thank you. What you want, a cookie?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] He did sort of want a cookie.
Julius: Your boy's the one had him over there.
Art Wuliger: Oh, he didn't kidnap him.
Julius: Know what? You don't have to worry about Chris from here on out.
Art Wuliger: That sounds like the best idea I've heard all night. Come on, Greg. Gregory.

Chris: Hey. You get in a lot of trouble?
Greg: My dad grounded me. Plus, he took away my Atari for a week. How about you?
Chris: My mom said that if I ever did that again she'd slap all the tartar off my teeth. Plus, my dad says I can't come over anymore.
Greg: Lucky for you, 'cause next time we played, I was gonna stomp you.
Chris: Man, you wish.
Greg: Well, see ya.
Chris: Yeah. See ya.