Adult Chris: [v.o.] After a few days, I found out I had a lot more in common with Albert than I had with Greg.
Albert: Hey, check this dude out.
Chris: Hey, Mario? Your mama's so stupid, she thought a quarterback was a refund. [Albert laughs]
Mario: Oh, yeah? Su mamá es la mariscal de la cancha.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Now we're going to get fined by the Mexican FCC.

Chris: What's wrong with you?
Albert: Can you believe what she said?
Chris: It's not that big of a deal, man. It's nothing worse than what she said to me. Forget her.
Albert: No, I ain't forgetting nothing. I'll bet you she won't do that again.
Chris: What do you mean?
Albert: We're going to pay her back.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I think I just joined a gang.
Chris: Who's we?

Adult Chris: [v.o.] As it turned out, Albert could not only read. He could also write.
[A group of kids looks at a wall which now has "Morello is a B...." spray-painted on it]
Joey Caruso: Way to go, Basquiat.
Chris: I didn't do this.
Joey Caruso: Sure you didn't.
Ms. Morello: Who would possess the vulgar cultural background and raw, angry, street talent to do something like this?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I'll give you one guess, and it starts with Albert.

Chris: Hey, Albert.
Albert: Did you see it?
Chris: Yeah, I saw it.
Albert: Pretty cool, huh? We put her in her place.
Chris: What is with this we? I had nothing to do with this.
Albert: Well, you know...
Chris: No, I don't know. Caruso thinks I did it.
Albert: Yeah, well, you and me? It's the same thing. Solidarity, right?
Chris: Solidarity... wrong. You took this too far. Now you need to tell Ms. Morello what you did, or I'm going to.
Albert: Oh, it's like that, huh?
Chris: Yeah, it's like that. And that's the way it is. Ugh!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That sounded a lot cooler in my head.
Albert: Okay, then I'll tell her. I'm not scared.

Ms. Morello: I'm deeply disappointed in you, Chris. I thought we had a connection, and yet, you go and spray paint those awful words.
Chris: Wait. Didn't Albert talk to you?
Ms. Morello: Yes. Your friend came in here, and as hard as it was for him to turn you in, he did the right thing by letting me know you were the one who defaced school property.
Chris: But it wasn't me. I didn't do it.
Ms. Morello: Don't try to deny it, mister. I know in your culture, people think that word is a compliment, but in this instance, it's not.
Chris: Ms. Morello, Albert's the one who spray painted that wall.
Ms. Morello: I know you were embarrassed for your friend because he didn't study, but you're not helping him by calling me names. Sticks and stones, Chris.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I know where I'd like to stick a stone.
Ms. Morello: I'm giving you detention.
Chris: That's not fair. I told you I didn't do it.
Ms. Morello: And furthermore, you're going to clean that wall.

Greg: What are you doing?
Chris: I'm trying to clean this mess off the wall.
Greg: I can see that, but why? You didn't do it.
Chris: I know, but nobody seems to believe me. I guess I should have listened to you about Albert.
Greg: I guess you should have.
Chris: Sorry.
Greg: So am I.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] It's better to hang out with friends that get you out of trouble, not into it. If only Tupac had known that.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While I was worrying about my problem, my father had problems of his own.
Rochelle: Julius, is something wrong with your food?
Julius: No, uh, I'm just not hungry.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] For my father to waste food, that could only mean one thing. Hell must have frozen over.
[fantasy:]
Devil: Damn, it's cold!

Julius: Oh, you guys would really do that for me?
Rochelle: In a heartbeat. Baby, if the IRS knocks on this door, we'll be ready for them. Okay?
Julius: Okay.
Rochelle: Now, eat your food.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That night, my family showed me what it meant to have someone's back, and I realized that Greg, not Albert, would always have mine.

Albert: I hope you're happy. They found the paint cans in my locker. I got expelled.
Chris: That's not my fault. I didn't say anything.
Albert: Then who did?
Greg: Me. I saw what you did, but I didn't want to say anything until you got Chris in trouble. Then I told Ms. Morello.
Chris: Oh, yeah. Here. I changed my mind about the game.
Albert: I didn't really want to go with you anyway.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] This is just like when Bobby Brown left New Edition.