Adult Chris: [v.o.] After he said that, I started to think about things you couldn't put on layaway.
[fantasy:]
Man: You took out my kidney?
Doctor: Yeah, but we got you a new kidney out of layaway! Merry Christmas.
[fantasy:]
Man: What happened to my leg?!
Surgeon: We had to cut it off. But we got you one out of layaway! Merry Christmas!
[fantasy:]
Woman: Doctor, is my boy going to make it?
Doctor: No. But we've got another one on layaway!
Woman: Bobby!
Doctor: Merry Christmas!
Woman: Thank you.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Christmas in Bed-Stuy was a magical time. There was snow, there were twinkling lights. Something about the holidays brought out the best in people. People in the neighborhood were more generous...
Risky: Merry Christmas, here's your scarf. I threw in a free gift wrapping. Here's your insulation. All right, hey, watch your step. Happy holidays.
Woman: Thank you.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] They seemed more concerned about the needy...
Mr. Omar: I know you lost your man, Mrs. Roberts. But with a body like that, I know Santa's going to bring you another one.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] And everyone had that Christmas spirit.
Kill Moves: This Christmas tree, $5.00.
Man: Hey, hey, hey! Give me that money! [Kill Moves squeals]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Even if it belonged to somebody else.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Holiday cheer was going all around. But there was something else going around the city: the flu.
Drew: Ma, do we have to wear all this stuff?
Rochelle: Yes. There's a bad strain of the flu going around and I don't need anybody getting sick. Feel like my throat is a little scratchy.
Tonya: But we already got our flu shots.
Rochelle: You did, but Chris didn't. Chris, I want you to meet me after school so you can get yours. But in the meantime, I want you to stay away from other kids. Don't touch anything. Don't even breathe unless you have to. Now go. Go, go, go.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] If it was up to my mother, she would've sent me to school like this.
[fantasy: Chris is at his desk enclosed in a perspex box with an air vent]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Looks like I should be selling subway tokens.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] At school, the holiday brought out the school choir.
[Chris sneezes while the choir sings "Silent Night"]
Joey Caruso: Pull it together, Smokey. I don't want to be here all day.

Chris: I can't get sick. I need to work, so I can get my presents out of layaway. This year, I went all out. I got everybody something that they really wanted.
Greg: Well, like what?
[montage:]
Tonya: A Billy Ocean tea set! Thanks, Chris.
Drew: A Wayne Gretzky hockey game! Thanks, Chris.
Julius: The Young and the Restless soundtrack featuring "Nadia's Theme"?! Thanks, Chris.
Drew: Patti Labelle's "New Attitude" perfume?! Thank you, Chris.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Since I was strapped for cash, I knew there was one thing I could ask my father for... a J-O-B.
Rochelle: Oh, you look so cute.
Julius: I got him a job taking pictures of me and the kids down at Goldstein's.
Tonya: You look stupid.
Chris: You look stupid. You look like an elf and you're not even wearing a costume.

Chris: Ma, is there any more bacon?
Julius: Here. Take that.
Drew: Hey, I was going to eat that.
Julius: When you get a job, I'll give it back.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's called slave justice.

Rochelle: I knew it.
Julius: Knew what?
Rochelle: Drew and Tonya trying to pull something. Look at this.
Julius: Malibu Barbie dream house, Easy Bake Oven, an electric train, samurai sword... They must think I'm Santa Claus for real. That's what's wrong with kids nowadays. Christmas comes, they don't think about giving. All they can think about is getting.
Rochelle: Well, we can't afford this. What are we going to do?
Julius: I'm going to ask Santa for some new kids.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] He asked for that last year.

Manager: Julius, we got a problem.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] You mean besides the fact that you got a Black Santa working in a White department store called Goldstein's?

Rochelle: Baby, well, you get some rest, okay? Mommy's going to come back and check on you later. Okay?
Julius: All right, man. [picks up the sandwich]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Whoa, that's my 72 cents worth of sandwich!
Julius: [to Rochelle] He ain't going to eat it.
Rochelle: Put it back.
Julius: He's delirious.
Rochelle: Put it back!