Rudy Ramos

Teeth: [Teeth unexpectedly shows up on the stairway outside The Driver's apartment] I just want to talk. We need you. You're valuable.

The Driver: I already gave you an answer.

Teeth: [pulls a gun] Well, we don't like that answer. Be friendly. Do things our way.

The Driver: Go ahead and pull the trigger.

[Teeth hesitates; Driver punches him in the face, he tumbles down one flight of stairs]

Teeth: You... you do anything else, I'll come back, I'll kill you.

[Driver wallops him again, sending Teeth down a second flight of stairs]

Teeth: [groggy, bleeding slightly] I'm just trying to do my job.

The Driver: So am I. Go home.

Teeth: I just wanted to talk.

The Driver: You did.

[Teeth leaves]

The Driver: [the bank-robber gang pull into a parking garage where The Driver is waiting; the two drivers acknowledge each other] How've you been?

Fingers: I'm okay.

Glasses: You two know each other?

Fingers: A couple of years ago we worked a two-car job.

The Driver: You already have a driver.

Teeth: He doesn't have the balls for driving anymore.

[Fingers looks hurt]

Glasses: You work for a piece, right?

The Driver: Ten thousand up front, against fifteen percent.

Teeth: How do we know you're that good?

The Driver: Get in.