- Clarke: Last night was quite the party, Des. Ya gotta wise up, bud.
- Des: What?
- Clarke: Last night?
- Des: I was doing homework.
- Clarke: Right. Ditto for your pal Stacker. Only he neglected to remember turning twelve last month. That's why he's gonna score six months in the slammer for the job.
- Des: [smirks]
- Clarke: You just keep laughin' Des boy. Come your twelfth birthday I know ten cops who'll be at your door with a cake.
- Des: What if my buds and me jump you? Pour gas on you? Burn your skin off? You only got six shots in that gun.
- Des: [pulls up on a motorcycle, removes helmet] You fight good. And that's why you got kicked out of your last school.
- [tosses helmet to Cory]
- Cory: What's it to ya?
- Des: Ever do anything else?
- Cory: So what are you man? King shit?
- Des: That's right. Hop on.
- Cory: This yours?
- Des: It is now.
- Cory: Ride to school?
- Des: Screw school. I thought you wanted in.
- Des: They're puttin' me in a foster home.
- [tokes on a joint]
- Cory: No way. We'll just take off.
- Des: [voice quivering] Where?
- Cory: Who cares? Vince and my Mom got me grounded so bad it's like jail. Been locked up for three weeks and I'm sick of it. I took off school at lunch today and I ain't goin' back. I want out.
- Des: You got cash?
- Cory: No, but we know someone who does.
- Des: Like who?
- Cory: Chet's always flush.
- [brandishes a gun]
- Cory: Picked it up from your place last night.
- Des: [toking] Still works?
- Cory: I don't know. Let's try it. Hey Chet!
- [fires gun]
- Cory: That's what you do, right? You wave it at him, he shits his pants, we take his money - payback!