[Mr. Jones catches Craig with a handgun]
Mr. Jones
What's that for?
Mr. Jones
Protection? Protection from who?
Craig Jones
Me and Smokey... I got to walk Smokey down to his house.
Mr. Jones
Aw, man. Your mother and I never woulda moved to this neighborhood if we had known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.
Mr. Jones
Oh, no, son, that's not the way it is. You kids today are nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. You're scared to take an ass-whippin'.
[he holds up his fists]
Mr. Jones
This is what makes you a man. When I was growin' up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some, but you live. You live to fight another day. And you think you're a man with that gun in your hand, don't you?
Mr. Jones
Put the gun down.
[Craig does so]
Mr. Jones
C'mon, put up your dukes.
[Craig raises his fists]
Mr. Jones
NOW you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun too. He had to find out the hard way. 22 years old. YOU got a choice. This is all you need. All right?