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 OConnor: What is it?Carter Verone: Just put in the car what I tell you to, drive it to me and dont let anybody stop you. Understand?Brian OConnor: Yeah. Any chance of cop trouble?Carter Verone: No. Im buying you a window of time, but its not gonna be open very long. You make it, and Ill personally hand you a hundred Gs at the finish line.Roman: [getting greedy] Make it a hundred Gs a piece, papi. Look, man, obviously, your pockets aint nervous.Carter Verone: [Roman reaches for Carters left pocket when he grabs his hand] Hey, hey, hey! Dont ever touch me.Roman: Ours are empty. Like I said, we hungry.