Chris: It wasn't me. I go to Corleone Junior High. I got the cookies from school, and I'm just selling them so I can go on some trip to Washington, DC. And I did not steal them. I was just saying that so people would want to buy them.
Russo: You go to Corleone? What are you the only Black kid there? Nice try. There was an eyewitness, and you fit the profile, cookie boy.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I may have only been 13, but I already knew how racial profiling worked. This is what the witness said...
[flashback:]
Man: He was a Black male, medium complexion, about 6'4, 230 pounds. He had brown eyes. Um, he was wearing a Scout uniform with a yellow beanie, and he had on dark pants, and size 14 dark shoes. And, uh, a birthmark on the back of his left wrist. Oh, and... And he walked with a limp.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] But this is what the cop heard...
Man: Um, he was Black, and, uh, Black, Black, and Black. Um, Black, Black, and he Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black. And, uh, he had, uh, Black, Black, Black, Black. And, oh, a Black. Yeah. And, uh, he walked with a Black.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] Growing up in Brooklyn, I always thought that traveling to faraway places was something that only rich people did. At 13, I'd never been out of New York, but all that was about to change.
Ms. Morello: Class, I have an announcement. We're all going on a field trip to Washington, DC. You just need to have your parents sign your permission slips and sell 30 boxes of cookies to cover the cost of the trip. Chris, if your people can't afford to pay cash, I'll see if we'll accept food stamps.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] She acts like it's caviar. It's just cookies, damn.

Greg: Dude, you got to pull it together. This is the best field trip all year. I might get to see Tip O'Neill.
Chris: Who?
Greg: You've never heard of Thomas Tip O'Neill?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Not unless he's related to Shaquille.
Greg: He's only like the most famous Speaker of the House of Representatives ever.