Julius: Rochelle, money is money. Cash, food stamps-- what's the difference?
Rochelle: Because I don't want to have to curse nobody out.
Julius: What?!
Rochelle: Julius, when I pull out food stamps, people look at me like I ain't got no husband. They talk to me like I ain't got no sense. They treat me like I ain't got no class. And if somebody treats me like that, I'm gonna curse them out!

Julius: $200 is $200. Either you're gonna shop with it, or I am. And you don't want me to go shopping.
[fantasy: Julius has a cart full of generic food when he passes by a sign for damaged food]
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My father figured out that the only food cheaper than generic food was damaged food.
Rochelle: Fine. Since we got the extra cash, can you give me $20, so I could get my hair done?
Julius: Can you do it yourself? [off Rochelle's look] Sure, baby, you go ahead. You look good. $200, man! Thank you, Lord.

Julius: You are never going to believe what happened.
Rochelle: What?
Julius: Hah! Bah-yah! That's $200-worth of food stamps.
Rochelle: Where did you get food stamps from, Julius?
Julius: I found them. Adult Chris: [v.o.] From the time he was a kid to the time he was an adult, my father loved to find money.
[flashback:]
Young Julius: Mom! Mom! Mom! I found a quarter. I love you, quarter. I'm gonna keep you and name you Bernard.
[flashback to a hospital delivery room:]
Doctor: It's a boy!
Julius: I found a dollar!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's not even my mother.