In Bed-Stuy, a lot of people have reputations for different things.

Diedre Garfield was 23 and had a reputation Diedre

for being the youngest grandmother in Brooklyn.

All right, I got everything under control!

Mr. Jackson had a reputation for being crazy as hell.

And a lot of people say he invented homelessness.

Move the car!

You want to fight?

I had a reputation, too...

not only for being a nerd or getting beat up every day,

I was also known for being the best Asteroids player in Bed-Stuy.

I'll beat people from all over: Chinatown...

Rikers... the Village...

Even though I was a nerd,

it felt really good that there was one thing that nobody could beat me at.

Chris, somebody beat your score last night. Chris,

Hey, even Mike Tyson got knocked out.

Ain't this about...

1x15 Everybody Hates the Lottery

My mother had paying bills down to a science,

but there were always things she didn't count on.

Aah, damm it!

Hey, honey.

Hey, baby.

What's wrong?

Well, I used this month's phone bill to pay half of last mont's electric bill,

and now I don't have enough for the gas bill.

Well, why don't you just use the electric bill money

to pay the electric bill?

Well, Tonya had to get a filling.

She had a cavity.

She did?

My father never knew when there was anything wrong

with the kids unless we were unconscious or in the hospital.

Oh... Oh, no, no, no.

We're gonna have to cut back.

Cut back on what?

I mean, we're barely getting by as it is.

That look only meant one thing.

Oh, no.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh, not my turtles.

You are not taking away my turtles.

My mother love chocolate turtles more than anything else in the world.

Whenever she ate one,

it was like all of life's problems just went away.

It's a good thing she chose those turtles instead of guns.

Those chocolate turtles are costing us $12 a box.

You gotta take away my turtles.

You know I need my turtles.

Why don't you cut off your lottery playing?

I ain't cutting off my number.

Oh!

If you don't play, how can you expect to win?

Look, it says so right here.

Oh, no, no, no.

No that damned dream book.

My dad was the most level-headed person I knew,

except when it came to playing the lottery,

and he always consulted his lucky star dream book.

A dream book takes any possible dream you can have

and transforms it into a lucky number.

You dreamt about a monkey on the train in the middle of a blizzard.

Here it is-- eight-one-four!

I dreamt Dr. J was roller-skating with two white women in Sweden.

Here it is-- sx-two-one.

White ladies?

Rochelle, if I win the lottery, Rochelle,

you can buy all the chocolate turtles you want.

But you eating chocolate turtles ain't helping nobody.

Well, if you're playing the lottery,

I'm eating my turtles.

All right... I'll quit the lottery.

Okay, then.

Can you believe this is a real argument

At school, even Greg was getting a reputation.

And for "Best Attendance"...

Gregory Wuliger!

Yes!

Getting an award for attendance

is kind of like getting an award for breathing.

Wait, your dad is giving you $5 just for coming to school?

I bet him I wouldn't miss a day of school this year.

So far so good.

My mother told me I'd better not miss a day of school

or else she'd take $5 off my ass.

This is so cool.

The only award I could've gotten at Corleone would've been...

For "Taking the Best Ass Whooping"...

Chris.