CHRIS: 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.

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.

She acts like it's caviar.

It's just cookies, damn.

How are we going to get there?

We're chartering a bus.

Prepare to sit in the back, Birmingham.

I'd like to sit you under a bus.

Happy anniversary.

What's this?

Oh, baby, you didn't have to get me anything!

CHRIS: Oh, yes, he did.

My father learned that the hard way.

You're the one that told me not to get you nothing!

What you stab me for?!

Rochelle!

And it was just Arbor Day.

Rochelle!

Go ahead, open it.

Let's see what you got me.

This is so sweet, baby.

Dreamgirls!

Oh, Dreamgirls!

Oh, baby!

How did you get tickets to Dreamgirls?

These are expensive.

It's okay, I got them from Risky.

Risky?

My father has gotten tickets from Risky before

for the Ali-Frazier fight at Madison Square Garden.

Ooh!

What happened? ( bell ringing )

Who's down? What happened? Man!

He got him tickets to see Patti LaBelle

at Lincoln Center.

What's she wearing?

Did she throw her shoe yet?

I got Patti's shoe!

I got Patti's shoe!

Smell it!

Yes, Patti, I love you, girl!

Whoo!

Don't worry, we're gonna have a good time, okay?

We are! We're gonna have a good time!

Thank you, baby.

You are the sweetest man in the world.

Tonya, breakfast!

Mama, I think something bit me.

No, baby, I don't think these are bites.

You've got chicken pox.

Huh?

Who gave her chicken pox?

Wasn't me.

JULIUS: Want me to get the Robitussin?

No, I don't think Robitussin's gonna help this.

Look, Chris and Drew,

I don't need y'all getting sick,

so I need y'all to stay away from Tonya.

That's like saying stay away from a serial killer.

Okay. Okay.

CHRIS: Mom.

Did you sign my permission slip?

It's in your book, baby.

Permission for what?

A field trip to Washington, DC.

I need to sell cookies so I can go.

Can you take a few boxes to work?

Oh, I'm sorry, Chris,

but I can't ask these people to buy nothing else.

I've sold Avon for your mother,

wrapping paper for Tonya,

chocolate bars for Drew...

Okay.

No, no, no.

I'll tell you what.

I'll buy two boxes for myself to get you started.

The rest, you're gonna have to handle yourself.

Thanks, Dad.

With at least 100,000 people living in Bed-Stuy,

selling 28 boxes of cookies couldn't be that hard.

Hello?

She said she was 18!

Hey!

BOTH: Would you like to buy...

Oh.

Never mind.

Would you like to buy some cookies?

I'll take four.

What are you doing?!

He has diabetes.

You trying to kill him?

I can't believe it's harder selling cookies than crack.

My mother told us to stay away from Tonya,

but it was too late for Drew.

You're gonna make it

worse, boy.

Stop scratching.

Why don't she just tell him to stop growing hair?

But it itches.

Sit over here.

Mama, my booty itches.

Oh, come here.

Let me see.

See, baby, you can't scratch, you got to pat.

See?

Does that feel better? Yes.

All right, go back to bed, okay?

Let me see.