Adult Chris: [v.o.] I had been the only Black kid at my school for three years, and I still wasn't ready for what happened next... Nothing!
Chris: Hey, you.
Big Kid: What?
Chris: How come you didn't punch me a second ago?
Big Kid: I don't even know you.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That never stopped anyone before.
Big Kid: What the hell's your problem?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] In an ironic twist of fate, I was about to get my ass kicked for expecting to get my ass kicked.
Chris: Nothing. It's just I'm the only Black kid here. I thought...
Big Kid: What are you talking about? You're not the only Black kid here. Maybe the dumbest one, but you're not the only one.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] In a school that was seven-percent Latino, nine-percent Black and three-percent Asian, I somehow ended up in a class that was 99.9% White.
Thurman: Everybody take a seat, take a seat. What are you doing in here?
Chris: It's my class. You're Mr. Thurman, right?
Thurman: No, genius, I'm Mr. Magoo. You don't belong in here.
Chris: Why not?
Thurman: You're Black, you're Black, you're the Black guy.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I took a wrong turn and ended up in South Africa.
Chris: What's that got to do with anything?
Thurman: You're gonna disturb my balance. You're like Crispus Attucks in the Boston Massacre. Whatever happens in here, good or bad, we're all gonna end up talking about you. I'm doing it already and I'm sick of it.
Chris: Listen here, Mr. Magoo, I would love to leave, but I ain't got nowhere else to go.
Thurman: Oh, what's the matter? What are you, what are you, Cuban? Hmm? Go ahead, sit down, sit down. Don't touch anybody, huh? And it's Thurman. Magoo's a joke.
Chris: Hilarious.
Thurman: No, no, not here. You people like to march, right? March your way to the back of the class. Go ahead.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] He was afraid I'd bring the property value of his classroom down.

Girl: Officer, that's him!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Black translation: run!
[As Chris runs away, he crashes into Greg and stumbles to the ground]
Greg: [laughs] Thank you, honey. All right.
Chris: What's wrong with you, man? That wasn't funny!
Greg: Dude, why'd you run? You didn't do anything.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Tell that to Emmett Till.
Chris: I was scared.

Chris: Is that blood on that coat?
Greg: Yeah. Cool, huh?
Chris: No.
Greg: Don't worry. It's not mine.
Chris: Not your blood or not your coat?
Greg: Yes and yes. Want some cash?
Chris: You kidding me?
Greg: Take it, man. I can get more tomorrow.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Greg was like an ATM machine with acne.

Greg: So how's it over here?
Chris: Same old, same old. I start my day like I always did for the past three years: room full of White people.
Greg: Hang in there, man. If there's anything I can do for you, you let me know.
Chris: Got any more of them coats?
Greg: Sorry. I'll catch you later.

Tonya: If Drew gets a job, can I have his allowance?
All: No.

Rochelle: So, how was school?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Horrible.
Chris: Fine.
Julius: How was your first day, Drew?
Drew: Fine.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] His "fine" and my "fine" were two different "fines."
[fantasy: as Drew arrives at school, there's a banner saying "Welcome Drew". Cheerleaders and acrobats perform as the principal takes a giant key to Drew.]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] And they did that for Drew every single day.

Rochelle: I don't know, baby. You're only 12. You're a little too young to be working.
Tonya: But Chris had a job when he was 12.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I had a job when I was two.

Rochelle: Well, where are we supposed to find her a job?
Julius: She can work at the beauty shop with you. She could sweep up hair.
Rochelle: I don't want her breathing those chemicals.
Julius: She can wear a mask.
Rochelle: When is she supposed to do her homework?
Julius: When she's not sweeping.
Rochelle: Well, what if she hears something she's not supposed to?
Julius: Don't tell me.
Rochelle: You really want her to work that bad?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Yes!
Julius: No, but it's not me, it's her.
Rochelle: Fine. Sweep up those crumbs.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Tonya wants to work. Let her do it.

Chris: I'm tired of being around only White kids all the time.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Doesn't bother Michael Jackson.