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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carter Verone: Hey, you! Your pockets aren't empty.
Roman: [under his breath] Damn.
Carter Verone: I'll take my cutter back.
Brian O'Connor: Stupid ass.
Roman: [hands the cigar cutter back to Carter] Hey, man, I figured you had, like 12 or 13...
Carter Verone: [cuts Roman off] You not too bright, are you? Just get out of here. Get out of here.