Roman:
What this job you have for us anyway?
Carter Verone:
Come with me. The house has ears in it.
[Carter tosses his cigar out]
Carter Verone:
I have something I want you to carry from North Beach to the Keys.
Brian O'Connor:
What is it?
Carter Verone:
Just put in the car what I tell you to, drive it to me and don't let anybody stop you. Understand?
Brian O'Connor:
Yeah. Any chance of cop trouble?
Carter Verone:
No. I'm buying you a window of time, but it's not gonna be open very long. You make it, and I'll personally hand you a hundred G's at the finish line.
Roman:
[getting greedy]
Make it a hundred G's a piece, papi. Look, man, obviously, your pockets ain't nervous.
Carter Verone:
[Roman reaches for Carter's left pocket when he grabs his hand]
Hey, hey, hey! Don't ever touch me.
Roman:
Ours are empty. Like I said, we hungry.
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