Rochelle: Listen, when I was little, my father taught me all these scams. Three-card monte was his favorite.
[flashback:]
Gene: Honey, when it comes to three-card monte, you cannot win the game.
Young Rochelle: Why not?
Gene: Because I always know where the card is. But even if they pick the right card, I just keep raising the bet till they get scared. [laughs] Oh, too bad!
Young Rochelle: But what if I pick the wrong card?
Gene: Then I let you bet everything you got. Oh, tough break. [laughs]
Young Rochelle: What if I don't want to play?
Gene: Nobody ever wants to play. That's how come I got Rudy and Debra over there. They're shills.
[present:]
Chris: Shills?
Rochelle: Well, they act like they don't know each other. So in order to get the game started, they best first.
Chris: So him and her? Yeah. They're the shills.
[flashback:]
Young Rochelle: What if somebody bets on the right card and doesn't get scared when you keep raising the bet?
Gene: Now, honey, this is a very important lesson right here. We run! [laughs]

Hustler: Little man back. You got some more money?
Chris: No.
Rochelle: But I do.
Hustler: Who are you?
Rochelle: I'm his mother, and I got $50 on that card.
Hustler: I got a hundred that says that you're wrong.
Rochelle: I got $200 that says I'm right.
Chris: Turn the card over, Mother.
Hustler: No, wait.
Rochelle: Oh-oh-oh, wait! Now we wanna wait. I bet you want to run, too. See, that's my husband over there and that's his brother back there, so you can run, but you're not gonna get far. You got to ask yourself one question: Is today your lucky day? Doubt it, punk. Now give me my damn money back! Hurry! And the cards, too! Give me the cards!

Adult Chris: [v.o.] As much as I loved growing up in Bed-Stuy, the place I loved even more was down South. After segregation and before the 2 Live Crew, down South was good, and the weather was always beautiful.
Chris: Hey, Mom, when are we going down South again?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] When the Klan breaks up.
Rochelle: I don't know, baby. That'll be nice.
Tonya: Hey, Ma. Who's that?
Rochelle: Oh, that's your Cousin Beanie! You know what, she's 12, just like you.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Except Cousin Beanie's not evil.
Rochelle: You know what, maybe we should plan a trip down South.
Drew: I don't like down South; people act too country.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] They're not acting.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Back at school, I tried to bring Greg up to speed on the new direction of the South.
Greg: Down South? You mean, like, across the Mason-Dixon Line?
Chris: Yeah, you know, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, South Carolina.
Greg: Mississippi? Are you trying to get yourself killed? You going to Mississippi is like me going to, hmm, I don't know, Mississippi.
Chris: Man, it's not like that anymore.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Yes, it is.
Chris: Anyway, I want to go. Down South, the food is better. The cops don't beat the crap out of you, and nobody's on crack.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's because everybody's on the porch.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] After my mother convinced my Uncle Louis to fly, we headed to Port Authority, the only place in New York scarier than our neighborhood.
Rochelle: Okay, I want y'all to be real careful in here. This place is full of pickpockets, pimps and... and- and murderers and child molesters and thieves.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's the Port Authority slogan.
Julius: Rochelle, don't scare 'em.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Too late.
Rochelle: Julius, this place is full of hustlers trying to prey on innocent people.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] She said the same thing when we visited Washington, DC.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] As hard as my father worked for his money, I couldn't tell him I got taken, so I decided to get the money back on my own... by any means necessary.
[montage:]
Chris: Watch your bags as you go to the bathroom. Oh, thank you, thank you. Watch your bags... Hey. Come on now. You know it's not yours.
Chris: Take a picture with a Black kid. What?
Chris: Warm your gloves. Glove-warming.
[Chris provides the beat while a young man dances for a supportive audience. When they switch positions, the crowd turns as Chris dances]
Man #1: Oh, no, terrible.
Man #2: Oh, this is horrible.
Man #3: What's he doing? No rhythm.

Rochelle: What are you doing here anyway?
Drew: Hey, does that mean we don't have to go to the funeral?
Rochelle: No. We're going. Drew, do you still know those kill moves?
Drew: Yeah. If anybody tries to touch your sister or take our bags, kill 'em. You, you and you, come with me.

Julius: Louis, this food is incredible.
Uncle Louis: Well, I figured that since we couldn't go down South, I'd make us a good Southern meal.
Rochelle: Nice.
Tonya: Yeah, if Chris wasn't so stupid, we could have gone.
Drew: Thanks, Chris.
Julius: Well, what are we gonna do with all that money we won?
Rochelle: We? [chuckles] Did you hear your daddy? "We"? We are gonna send Uncle Morris some flowers and the rest of that money is going back into my emergency fund. "We."

Chris: Southern pecan pie. You know it's my favorite, right?
Uncle Louis: Want a piece?
Chris: Yeah.
Rochelle: You can have a piece. All you got to do is pick out the jack.

Rochelle: Well, when's the funeral?
Uncle Louis: Next week. Down South.
Julius: Oh. I don't think we can go.
Rochelle: Baby, what do you mean, we can't go?
Julius: We can't afford to go.
Uncle Louis: You can't put a price tag on family, Julius.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Yeah, but he'll give you five dollars to shut up.
Rochelle: Louis is right. Family is family, baby.
Uncle Louis: Family is family.
Chris: So we're going down South?
Rochelle: Yep.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Thanks, Uncle Morris.