Rochelle Quote #74
Quote from Rochelle in Everybody Hates Greg
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My dad hated losing sleep, but he was happy when she talked to her girlfriends. That way, he didn't have to do it.
[flashback to Rochelle wiping the fogged-up bathroom mirror as Julius showers:]
Rochelle: Julius, you are not going to believe this. But you know that girl Jody Watley that used to be on Soul Train? I heard that she's leaving the group Shalamar and starting a new group with Ashford and Simpson. Can you believe that?
Julius: Wow, that's something.
Rochelle: Ain't it?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I stopped listening at Jody Watley.
Everybody Hates Chris Quotes
‘Everybody Hates Greg’ Quotes
Quote from Rochelle
Rochelle: You want something to eat?
Julius: Aren't you supposed to be at work?
Rochelle: Well, I have a little time off.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] What actually happened was...
[flashback to Rochelle helping a customer when a woman walks over with a pair of shoes:]
Woman: Do you have these in a size eight?
Rochelle: Do you see me helping somebody else? All that hollerin' at people. I do not need this. My man has two jobs. And you ain't no damn eight. Get her an eleven!
Quote from Drew
Rochelle: Well, who put this pot on the stove?
Drew: Wasn't me.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Because of those two words, Drew never got in trouble.
[montage:]
Rochelle: Who tore up my back seat?
Drew: Wasn't me.
Julius: Who left my nickel laying out here on the sidewalk?
Drew: Wasn't me.
Rochelle: Who spilt this oatmeal?
Baby Drew: Wasn't me.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Would you believe those were his first words?
Quote from Rochelle
Rochelle: What, they don't have a phone at Greg's house? Look, I don't care where you are. You be like E.T., you phone home! I need to know where you are, who you're with and what you're doing. How do I know you're not selling drugs? I mean, you could be kingpin of a Colombian drug cartel for all I know.
Chris: I'm not out there selling drugs.
Rochelle: How do I know that?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother had one goal in life for her kids: don't sell drugs. As long as they weren't doing that, almost everything else was okay.
[fantasy:]
Police Officer #1: Ma'am, your son shot the mayor.
Rochelle: Did he sell drugs?
Police Officer #1: No.
Rochelle: Get in here, boy.
[fantasy:]
Police Officer #2: Ma'am, your son killed the governor, kidnapped his daughter, robbed the president and ran a red light.
Rochelle: He ain't sell no drugs, did he?
Police Officer #2: No, ma'am.
Rochelle: Boy, get in here.