NOW you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun too. He had to find out the hard way. 22...

[Mr. Jones catches Craig with a handgun] Mr. Jones:
What's that for? Craig Jones:
Protection. 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. Craig Jones:
You know how it is around here. 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? Craig Jones:
I'm a man without it. 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?