Kids: Trick-or-treat.
Man: Ah, I've got the best treat of all. Knowledge.

[A boy is wearing a white sheet with his eyes cut out:]
Boy: Trick-or-treat.
Julius: Hey, a ghost. Ooh!
Boy: Thank you, sir.
[Later, a boy is wearing a white sheet as a cape with a small band around his face with the eyes cut out:]
Boy: Trick-or-treat.
Julius: Superhero. That's good.
Boy: Up, up and away!
[Later, a boy is wearing a hat with a white sheet draped over his arm:]
Boy: Trick-or-treat.
Julius: What are you?
Boy: I'm a matador.
Julius: Right.
Boy: Ole!

Boy: Trick-or-treat.
Julius: Man, you've been here three times.
Boy: That wasn't me, that was my brother.
[Julius slams the door]

Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's Mr. Harris. He was the neighborhood butcher. But on Halloween, he became Sweet Tooth, the Candy Pimp.
Sweet Tooth: Candy, candy, candy! Halloween candy! So what you kids got in the bags? Give it up to Sweet Tooth.
Drew: Why don't you leave us alone?
Sweet Tooth: You know, this is a little light.
Tonya: Hey!
Sweet Tooth: But I'm gonna give you kids a chance to make it right for old Sweet Tooth.
Drew: Give my sister her candy back now!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I was so glad Drew didn't have a sword.
Sweet Tooth: Do I hear back talk?
Drew: No.
Sweet Tooth: I thought not. Now, you kids get to tricking and to treating. And you best to have all my candy.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Sweet Tooth died two years later of a bad case of gingivitis.

Sheila: Hey, Julius.
Julius: Hey.
Sheila: Is R-
Julius: Rochelle!

Jerome: What's going on, man?
Chris: Hey, let me get one.
Jerome: You take this. [Chris coughs after taking a sip] Oh, oh, oh. Take your time, man, slow it down, slow it down.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Jerome's liver died three years before he did.

Jerome: Why don't you go ask her to dance?
Chris: I ain't never asked a girl to dance before.
Jerome: The worst thing she could say is no.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Jerome was right. At that moment I realized a woman needs a man to take control of a situation. And that's what I intended to do.
Chris: Hey, Keisha, you want to dance?
Keisha: Hell, no! Are you crazy?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Actually, all she said was no. But when you're 13, no sounds a lot like this...
Keisha: Why are you dressed in that stupid costume? What are you supposed to be anyways? Why are you here? Didn't nobody invite you. I invited Drew. Get out of my face.
Girl: Dang, Keisha.
Chris: All you had to say was no.

Lisa: Hey, you all right?
Chris: I'll be okay.
Lisa: You want to dance?
Chris: Th- This is a slow song.
Lisa: I know. You better not touch my butt.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Lisa Patterson was the first girl that ever had pity on me. To this day, I love pity.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Even though I'd been hit with rotten eggs, forced to go trick-or-treating, and humiliated by Keisha, at that moment, my dream was complete. I had gone to a party, and nothing could take that away from me.
Rochelle: Shabazz Liquor, huh?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Okay, so I was wrong.

Lisa: All right, that's it.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Man, I should have felt her ass. A brother's got to try. Maybe next time.