Julius: Congratulations. So, you got a car, huh?
Chris: Yeah. You sign that pink slip?
Michael: Sure did. Here you go.
Chris: Want to go for a drive?
Julius: Yeah. Right after you get it registered, pay the title transfer fees, get plates, insurance.
Michael: And you're gonna need some gas.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] By dinnertime, that pack of cigarettes was burning a hole in my pocket.
Chris: Hey, Ma, I found this pack of cigarettes in my drawer.
Julius: Cigarettes?
Chris: Yeah, I don't know whose they are, but they're not mine, and I don't want to get in trouble for it, so here you go.
Drew: Not mine.
Tonya: They're not mine.
Rochelle: Why is everybody looking at me?
Julius: Because you're smoking a carrot.
Rochelle: All right, all right, all right! They're mine!

Adult Chris: [v.o.] At the end of the day, I ended up paying $300 for my first car, I never got to drive it, but I was taken for a ride.
Reporter: [on TV] Now, here's a feel-good story we like to call "Junkyard Treasure." It happened this afternoon when this man, Miguel Rodriguez, the manager of an impound lot in Bed-Stuy, found $5,000 in the trunk of an old Camaro.
Chris: What?! No!
Michael: [on TV] I bought the car off some kid for $10.75. An-- And I asked him if he wanted anything in the trunk, and he told me to keep it. So I looked inside this little can and I found $5,000!
Chris: Ain't this about a...!

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Back home at dinner, the only thing I was hungry for was a car.
Rochelle: Boy, this is not a library.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] If it was, you'd be quiet.
Chris: I'm sorry. I'm looking for a good deal on a used car.
Rochelle: A car?
Chris: Yeah. Since I have my license, I figured I should have a car.
Rochelle: Did you figure I would tell you you were crazy?

Adult Chris: [v.o.] I soon found out that buying a used car wasn't easy. You had to watch out for scams.
Dealer: $300? That car's gone. But we got this one. Only $15,000. $300 down, $300 a month for 300 months.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] And some deals were just too good to be true.
Jerome: That's right, little dude. This car is brand-new. And I'm gonna let you have it for only $300.
Man: Hey, fool! Get off my new car!
Jerome: All right, all right.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] She better quit fake smoking, or she'll get fake cancer.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] The only person more excited about me getting a car was Greg.
Greg: Oh, man, this is awesome! This isn't like when you had your dad's car. This car's yours. We can go to the shore to get girls, we can drive into Manhattan to get girls, we can go to Coney Island to get girls.
Chris: You do realize it's still gonna be us in the car, right?
Greg: It doesn't matter. Cars equal girls. Every weekend and week night, this world's gonna be our oyster.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Meanwhile, my mother wasn't the only one hiding a secret. The only place his money could be hidden better was Pakistan.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] My father was like the police. He entered, then knocked.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Back at school, I was showing up later than a Black man at a custody hearing.
Greg: Dude, you're really late. This isn't a custody hearing, you know.
Chris: I know. You won't believe what happened.
Greg: Somebody broke into your car and stole your textbooks and homework? Here.
Chris: Where'd you find these?
Greg: I didn't find them. I bought them. I was trying to get some bootleg college textbooks from this guy and he offered to throw these in for half price. You owe me ten bucks.