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.
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