Drew: Hey, Uncle Ryan! What's up?
Julius: Ryan?
Ryan: Man, why you got to say it like that? You sound like I found you in witness protection.
Julius: All I want to know is, what big plans you have this time.
Ryan: Why I got to have big plans? How come I can't just be coming through to say hello?
Julius: Because you're not.

Drew: Oh, man, a car dealership? Man, that is so cool. You should sell Ferraris.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] He'll have to steal them first.
Julius: A car dealership? All I see is a vacant lot.
Ryan: That's 'cause you got no vision.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] No, that's because it's a vacant lot.
Julius: Look, you know how people have their cars repossessed, right? Well, you could buy those cars at an auto auction for, like, three, $400, then sell them for four times as much.
Drew: Oh, man. Then we could use the extra money to buy a new car.
Julius: You know I don't like loaning money.
Ryan: No, don't think of it as a loan. You're letting your money work for you. Think of it as getting your money a job.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Looks like my dad's getting a snow job.
Julius: How much you need?

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While my plans went into the garbage, Uncle Ryan threw out a proposal.
Ryan: Hey, just the man I'm looking for.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Translation: "I need some money."
Julius: Hey, man, what you got going this time?
Drew: Uncle Ryan is selling mixtapes.
Julius: Mixtapes? What, like masking tape and duct tape on the same roll.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That's a good idea.
Ryan: Nah, man, mixed tapes. Mixtapes.
[fantasy: Dr. Information appears on a rotating platform with a car in the street:]
Dr. Information: A mixtape is a compilation of tracks that have been recorded on a cassette tape. These tapes, once compiled, can be sold on any major city street out of the trunk of a Black man's cars, typically a Buick or a Lincoln. Since the cost of the tapes is so low, and the music is free, selling mixtapes was and is still, a profitable, although illegal, business.

Tonya: Hi, Daddy. Hi, Uncle Ryan.
Ryan: Hey, what's going on?
Tonya: I'm selling tickets to my ballet recital. I'm doing something from Swan Lake.
Ryan: Uh-oh. A ballerina. How much are they?
Tonya: Five dollars.
Ryan: Hey, man, loan me ten bucks.
Julius: I just gave you a hundred.
Ryan: That's my seed money. It's for your daughter.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Before ATM machines, my father was the human version. You just had to know the code.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] While my mother searched Brooklyn for a Baryshnikov, my Uncle Ryan found his inner Russell Simmons.
Ryan: Two, two fifty, three, three fifty, 400 dollars.
Julius: Ooh... I cannot believe this. $400 selling tapes. Man, I gotta tell you, I didn't think it was going to work.
Ryan: Have I ever lied to you?
Julius: No, I guess you haven't.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] But lying and not knowing what the hell you're talking about are two different things.

Jerome: Cool. Let me buzz my man. Money!
Ryan: I understand you boys want to leave the country.
Chris: Uncle Ryan?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I hope he's not a cop.

Adult Chris: [v.o.] When I set out to look for fake IDs I didn't expect to find my real uncle.
Chris: You sell fake IDs?
Ryan: What are you talking about? You're the one trying to buy it.
Chris: Does my father know you do this?
Ryan: No.
Chris: Does your mom know you're doing this?
Ryan: No.
Chris: You're not gonna tell her, are you?
Ryan: And ruin my good business? I don't think so. You're not gonna tell?
Chris: No, I'm no snitch.