Marcus: What are you？A cop or a model？

　　Mike: What are you talking about, man? Put something on and I like looking good. What?

　　Marcus: Oh.

　　Mike: Hey, don't hate the player. I hate the game.

　　Marcus: What a teller!

　　Bodyguard: Your brother would love to talk to you, on the street.

　　Tapia: What's going on?

　　Syd: You guys are trying to blow up my case or just insane?

　　Marcus: You don't want to take a little deep with a Kubano maniac.

　　Syd: How did you know this?

　　Mike: We are the wire in that house.

　　Syd: You two have a warm for that wire?

　　Marcus: We fucked that, OK? You don't know the kind of danger that you ain't see it.

　　Syd: I am fully aware and I am fully capable of what I'm doing, because I'm not your baby sister any more.

　　Marcus: For the DAUAN but a honey cop.

　　Syd: What did you say?

　　Marcus: That's why you got the job. Cause you look good in a bathing suit.

　　Mike: All right, let's sit down somewhere.

　　Mike: Now Syd, there's some shit you need to know. Johnny Tapia's cut that Russian's balls in his mom's kitchen.

　　Marcus: In the kitchen, Syd. You found that severed thing about a crap pot!

　　Mike: You're about to be in the middle of a drug war.

　　Syd: No disrespect. But Miami PDA has arrested this guy twelve times no convictions. Aren't guys hanging back and let us bring him down? Marcus, I need this, OK? And I'm this close.

　　Marcus: What's "this close"?

　　Syd: I'm now in charge of the money launching for the entire operation. In a month or two we'll have enough four convictions for this and the whole thing would be over.

　　Mike: What about a day or two? That sounds better? Marcus and I think we've found the key to Tapia's whole operation.

　　Marcus: Yeah, I'm saying now, just stuck, right?

　　Mike: Can't talk out the job, Damn!

　　Mike: Look, we got this pack of wood that can put this down with the transport end of Tapia's operation. Do you want in?

　　Marcus: Mike, what would you say...?

　　Syd: When?

　　Mike: Tonight.

　　Syd: Page me. Shall I bring my phone?

　　Marcus: Ah...