Adult Chris: [v.o.] By the time Greg left my house, he really felt at home.
Jerome: Little White dude about to go home. Let me hold a dollar.
Greg: Sure. [hands Jerome a dollar] See ya.
Risky: Hey, if you need pants to go with that shirt, I can tighten you up.
Greg: Sorry, but I just got robbed.
Risky: Oh. Well, maybe next time.
Greg: Yeah. See ya.

Ballet Teacher: Okay, ladies, that's good for today. And Tonya, great job. You'll make a wonderful ballerina.
Tonya: Thank you.
Rochelle: See, honey? I told you you would be great.
Tonya: Yeah, but you also threatened to slap the arch out of my foot if I wasted Daddy's money.
Rochelle: [chuckles] Don't say that too loud.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While I was dodging another bullet, raindrops kept falling on my father's head.
Drew: This place is amazing. They got free shampoo, conditioner and soap. It was kind of hard to go to the bathroom with that strip of paper across the seat. I did it, though. [bed vibrates] This is great. Dad, we got to get one of these.

Rochelle: Hansel and Gretel is a social organization made up of successful Black families. You know, the upper crust of the Black community.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] We were just the crust.
Julius: How are we supposed to get in?
Rochelle: Well, we're successful in our own way. I mean each of us has something that we can be proud of.
Tonya: I'm not pregnant.
Drew: I'm not on drugs.
Chris: I'm not in a gang.
Julius: I actually know where all my kids are.
Rochelle: See, baby, we're almost perfect.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] We're damn near White.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Since my father was always working, he always seemed kind of grumpy. It seemed like there was never a good time to ask my father for money.
Tonya: Daddy, can I have $15 to go on a field trip to the the Statue of Liberty?
Julius: Okay.
Drew: And, Dad, can I have $5 to go to the show?
Julius: Okay.
Rochelle: Baby, can I get $25 to go shopping?
Julius: Okay.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] It looks like this might be a good time after all.
Chris: Hey, Dad? Can I get a leather jacket?
Julius: A leather jacket? You got some leather-jacket money?

Chris: [to his new friend] Hold my books.
Greg: [to his new friend] Hold my books.
Chris: Hold my sweater.
Greg: Hold my vest.
Chris: Hold my watch.
Greg: Hold my Star Trek bracelet.
Chris: Hold my shoes.
[The crowd is disappointed when Chris and Greg bust out laughing]
Greg: [laughing] "Hold my shoes"! Where'd you get that?
Chris: It was either that or punch you in the face.
Greg: Seriously?
Chris: No.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] My father was tired from work and tired of Uncle Michael.
Julius: Where's Uncle Michael?
Chris: Oh, he's upstairs asleep in my room.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Sounds like a night at the Neverland Ranch.