Tonya: Who died?
Mr. Omar: Oh. Mr. Abernathy. Got decapitated by a flying hubcap. Tragic. Tragic!
Tonya: Is that his wife?
Mr. Omar: Mm-hmm.
Tonya: Mmm.

Drew: Where's my money?
Mr. Omar: You said you were coming back tomorrow.
Drew: It is tomorrow.
Mr. Omar: It's 4:00 in the morning, man.
Drew: I want my money.
Mr. Omar: Drew, I got to get up in the morning and go to work.
Drew: And I got to get up and go to school, but I can't concentrate because I don't have my money.
Mr. Omar: [sighs heavily] Okay, okay. Can you give me another day?
Drew: Fine. [stops Mr. Omar closing the door] But another day is going to cost you another dollar. And after tomorrow, that's it.
Mr. Omar: What's it?
Drew: Nothing. I'd just hate to see something bad happen.
Mr. Omar: What kind of something?
Drew: Something tragic. Have a nice night.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Drew went on to help found Death Row Records.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While I was counting my blessings, Mr. Omar had to pay the piper.
Mr. Omar: I know it's hard to lose your husband. But remember, he's in a better place right now.
[When Mr. Omar opens the door to the limousine, he finds Drew sitting in the car]
Mr. Omar: Drew?!
Drew: Where's my money?
Mr. Omar: Man, we're on our way to a funeral.
Drew: You want to make it two? You're not going anywhere until I get my money.
Mr. Omar: [to the widow] You got five dollars I could borrow?
Drew: Seven.
Mr. Omar: Seven.
Widow: This is coming out of your bill.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Mr. Omar hated paying back money even if it wasn't his.
Drew: Thank you. And, uh, sorry about your husband.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] At least one of them is.