Rochelle Quote #117
Quote from Rochelle in Everybody Hates the Gout
Rochelle: How long y'all been here?
Pam: Oh, about three, four hours. We're just catching up on the soaps. Oh, and this is my girl Monica. Monica, that's Rochelle.
Rochelle: Nice to meet you, Monica.
Monica: Nice to meet you.
Rochelle: Why do you look so familiar to me?
Monica: You tried to sell me food stamps down by the subway that day.
Pam: I thought you said you weren't selling food stamps.
Sheila: You were selling food stamps?
Rochelle: I wasn't selling no food stamps. [phone rings] Julius, go get the phone. You hear the phone ringing. It rang, like, three times already. Thank you, baby. Girl, that gout is making him lose his mind. Does gout mess with your hearing?
Everybody Hates Chris Quotes
‘Everybody Hates the Gout’ Quotes
Quote from Chris
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I could usually get a good grade just by talking about Dr. Martin Luther King.
Martin Luther King: [film] Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] In English class...
Chris: My book report is on Dr. Martin Luther King.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] In history...
Chris: My history report is on the Birmingham Bus Boycott led by Dr. Martin Luther King.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] The only place Martin Luther King didn't work was in math.
Ms. Morello: Chris, what's the square root of 144?
Chris: 1963? The same year that Dr. Martin Luther King led the March on Washington?
Ms. Morello: No, it's 12.
Quote from Rochelle
Adult Chris: [v.o.] As kids we only had one job: go to school and get decent grades.
Kids: Bye, Mommy. Love you.
Rochelle: Have a good day. Don't come home stupid.
Kids: We won't.
Quote from Rochelle
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I couldn't bring myself to tell my mother I got an F. Next to dealing drugs, getting bad grades was the worst thing you could do. It was worse than this.
[flash-forward to 1993: Tonya is holding a gun over a man's dead body in front of the house:]
Rochelle: Tonya, what happened?
Teenage Tonya: Mama, I had to smoke that fool.
Rochelle: Oh, not him. I'm talking about this D you got in algebra.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] And worse than this.
[flash-forward to 1994:]
Rochelle: Drew! Where is that boy?
[Rochelle opens the door and finds Drew wearing a cowboy hot, a plaid shirt and blue jeans with a guitar strapped to his back]
Rochelle: What the hell is wrong with you?
Teenage Drew: I'm following my dream, Mama. I'm gonna be a country and western singer.
Rochelle: I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about this F. Now, take your Johnny Cashless ass upstairs and study. You think I'm playing with you? And where'd you get that guitar from? You'd better not be selling no damn drugs in my house.