Adult Chris: [v.o.] Now that I was going to the show, I couldn't wait for Mr. Omar to show me the money.
Chris: Hey, Mr. Omar, I was just wondering what I needed to do to finish up my scholarship work.
Mr. Omar: Oh, I appreciate your enthusiasm, Chris. As you know, death doesn't wait, so come on in. I'm just finishing up my preparation for the death Jubilee. Sweep that up.
Chris: Death Jubilee?
Mr. Omar: Oh, it's only the biggest event of the year. It's like the auto show.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] If you drive a hearse.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While my mom was reeling, Drew and Tonya had Mr. Omar on the hook.
Mr. Omar: Okay, now, let's cut to the chase. This is Herman. All right, now, this is the food. Now, you put in two shakes. Not one, not three, two. Every day, after school. And if Herman survives, I'll pay you 10 dollars.
Drew: What if Herman dies?
Mr. Omar: Then I'll keep my money and buy me another fish.
Tonya: Ooh. The Color Purple. Can we watch it? I love Danny Glover. Mister was the best movie villain since Darth Vader.
Mr. Omar: No. Leave my movies alone. Don't touch anything, don't eat anything. Don't sit, search or stare. Just feed Herman and leave. Got it?
Tonya: Yes.

Julius: Well, what would I have to do?
Mr. Omar: Well, you know, pickups, deliveries.
Julius: That's what I already do.
Mr. Omar: Well, all right, then, you're hired! Uh, here you go. Now, the van's out front.
Julius: What's this?
Mr. Omar: Oh, the address to the theater. I need you to pick up my dead assistant, row J, seat 15. And I believe he's entitled to a refund, so you keep that as a signing bonus.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] With a new job and a signing bonus, my father thought he had been hit by a chemical toilet and gone to Heaven.

Rochelle: Well?
Julius: It's done. [a note is slipped under the door] What the hell?
Rochelle: What does it say?
Julius: It's from Mr. Omar. It says, "Open the door." [opens the door]
Mr. Omar: Evening, Mr. Julius, Ms. Rochelle.

Tonya: Can we watch something else? I'm bored.
Mr. Omar: Oh, why don't you play a game? Play cards.
Drew: Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's play blackjack.
Mr. Omar: What you know about blackjack?
Drew: All you have to do is get 21.
Mr. Omar: Well, you know what makes that game really good?
Drew: What?
Mr. Omar: Wagering.
Drew: Cool. You want to play?
Mr. Omar: Yeah.
Tonya: Can I deal?
Mr. Omar: Yeah. Oh, hell, yeah. [laughs]

Adult Chris: [v.o.] We couldn't wait for the turkey, so Doc's mac and cheese moved from side dish to main course.
Mr. Omar: Rolls, mac and cheese, cranberry sauce. You know, I haven't had a meal like this since I kicked my habit.
Doc: Yeah, I'm glad I don't have to watch you at the store no more. [all laugh]
Mr. Omar: I know that's right.

Chris: And this is Mr. Omar, my neighbor. And what is that?
Mr. Omar: Uh, these belong to some of my lady friends. I just want to make sure they're safe.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] The only dog they have to worry about is you.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] I wanted to be remembered, and this was something people were never going to forget.
Brooklyn was paralyzed with fear. There was fear in the beauty shop.
Vanessa: "Put the knife to her and..." [all gasping]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] There was fear in the barbershop. There was even fear in the gutter. There was only one man who was happy.
Mr. Omar: [laughs] Now that's what I'm talking about. [wheezing laugh]

Mr. Omar: Now, look, I need you to collate these, fold these, take both of them, slide them into here, okay? I need you to iron that shirt, take the suit to the cleaners, shine my shoes, get me a paper on the corner... I got a lotta more stuff for you to do later. Oh, the Death Jubilee is all day tomorrow, so get your rest.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] You mean get your rest in peace.
Chris: Now when you think I'll be done?
Mr. Omar: Oh, you should be done by Tuesday.
Chris: Tuesday? But I have somewhere to go on Monday.
Mr. Omar: Go on Tuesday.
Chris: I can't.
Mr. Omar: Tragic.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Not as tragic as missing Run-DMC.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] At the Death Jubilee, I was beginning to realize that the BFD was a bunch of BS.
Mr. Rosenberg: Hey, Omar, the scholarship idea? Genius.
Mr. Omar: Hey, I could never afford to come to this convention before 'cause it cost so much for help.
Mr. Rosenberg: But you call it a scholarship and you get help for less than half the price. [chuckling]