Chris: One-zero, sucka! ha!
Jorge: Good game, man. You should've bet me, though.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] If I had bet him, I couldn't help but think that this would've happened.
[fantasy: Julius, Rochelle and the family sit down to dinner:]
Julius: Ah, I'm hungry.
Rochelle: Looks, good, huh?
Julius: Who are you?
Jorge: I'm Jorge. I won your family from Chris playing Asteroids.
Rochelle: I told Chris to stay out of that store.
Jorge: Can you cook mofongo?
Tonya: What?
Julius: What'd you call her?
Rochelle: Come tu comida. [the family are confused] I was raised around Puerto Ricans.

Tonya: Is that why she ate up all our candy?
Julius: I should've never given you money for candy.
Drew: Dad, um, it's not all her fault. I asked her to do it. But only because I knew you'd give it to her.
Julius: How'd you know that?
Drew: Because you give her everything she wants.
Tonya: That's not true. One time I asked if I could set Chris on fire, and he didn't let me do that.
Rochelle: Well, thank goodness for that.

Chris: Wait, your dad is giving you $5 just for coming to school?
Greg: I bet him I wouldn't miss a day of school this year. So far so good.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] My mother told me I'd better not miss a day of school or else she'd take $5 off my ass.
Greg: This is so cool.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] The only award I could've gotten at Corleone would've been...
[fantasy, Ms. Morello is wearing a dress as she stands at a podium in her class:]
Ms. Morello: For "Taking the Best Ass Whooping"... Chris.
[Chris cheers as he stands up with a neck brace, an arm in a sling, and a crutch. As Chris hobbles up to the front of the class, even Caruso high-fives him. When Chris takes his trophy in his good arm, his crutch slips and he falls to the ground.]