Chris Quote #246

Quote from Chris in Everybody Hates Cutting School

Rochelle: Chris, when can I come up to your school?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Not tomorrow.
Chris: Not tomorrow. Nothing's going on, anyway.
Rochelle: I wasn't asking about tomorrow. Just in general.
Chris: I know, I'm just saying that nothing's going on tomorrow.
Rochelle: What, are you embarrassed about me, too?
Chris: No, I'm not embarrassed.
Rochelle: Then what's your problem?
Chris: I don't have a problem.
Rochelle: Then why I can't come up to your school?
Chris: You can come to the school, just not tomorrow.
Rochelle: What's the big deal about tomorrow?
Chris: Nothing. That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Rochelle: That's not what I asked you.
Chris: I know, I just said that tomorrow nothing's going on.
Rochelle: Then why making a federal case out of it?
Chris: I'm not.
Rochelle: You are.
Chris: When you can come up to the school, I'll let you know.
Rochelle: Okay.
Chris: Okay.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That went well.

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Quote from Rochelle

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Only problem with my mother helping at a book fair was she didn't read books and she wasn't fair.
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Rochelle: Girl, does your mother know you're over here reading grown-up books? Give me that. Flowers in the Attic. Now that sounds nice. Read that. You done lost your Jackie Collins mind. And don't cut your eyes at me, either.
Rochelle: Boy, don't you know you are too big for a coloring book? White kids your age are building sculptures by now and you're over here trying to stay inside the lines. Come on, Picasso. Get to chippin'. Come on. Chip on. Chip, chip, chip.
Rochelle: You shouldn't be embarrassed that your boy only has a fifth grade reading level. You should be embarrassed that he's 27. He should be reading War and Peace, not Horton Hears a Who!.