Chris: Greg, get up. I mean, I know getting kicked out of the Bronx Academy sucked, but things can work out.
Greg: Yeah, it's easy for you to say. You're not the one with the miserable life.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] What show have you been on for the last three years?

Dr. Clint Huckstable: What kind of parent would raise a boy that would make my future lawyer-daughter cry with all the tears?
Rochelle: Now hold on. If you're such a good parent, how come your retarded daughter flunked out of private school and had to go to Tatta-Tatta-Tattaglia public school?
Dr. Clint Huckstable: The point is...
Rochelle: You better say the right thing, because I swear I will slap the sweet potato pop out of you.

Chris: Greg, I'm getting tired of your complaining. I've been getting knocked down for years and you don't see me whining. I just get up and dust myself off.
Greg: Of course you do, you're Black. You overcame slavery, lynchings and racism. You know how to deal with suffering. I'm a White guy, I'm supposed to have it easy.
Chris: Greg, right now, I'm standing up the most perfect girl in the world. Her family is amazing. They clapped when I entered. They laughed at everything I said. They gave me sweet potato pops. They even gave me this sweater. This sweater cost more than our car. Her parents are a lawyer and a doctor. Last time I saw a lawyer and a doctor together was when my uncle went to the hospital for a routine checkup and came out dead. So if you don't get your harmonica-playing, hole-in-the-sock-wearing, woe-is-me, I-should-have- everything-easy behind up, I'm gonna smack the cracker out of you.
Greg: Oh, man, the dance. You missed your date with Jenise to come and find me?
Chris: Don't sweat it. You would have done the same thing for me.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] When the situation came up years later, he didn't.