XFausto: -- an' just like that, the kid peels off screamin' 'Run!' Come to find out, he'd thought he'd set it up so nobody can call out. Sal with a Lampro 460 loaded to both barrels, an' he don't blink. But tell him they's more half-trained gangsters on the way....
Serena: These street rats with they popguns. They got no idea, do they?
Fausto: Now, now, give 'em credit. Five or six magazines emptied for one solid hit -- that's good shootin' for une bande loup (a gang).
Serena: Ha! So, now that you softened the boss up, you wanna tell her what you after?
Fausto: Moi?
Serena: You only turn on the charm with me when you got bad news or they somethin' you want. C'mon, Fausto, spit it out. You got bloodstains on my back seat again? You need me to pay off a cop?
Fausto: As it happens, I'm looking out for you interests. I got this friend looking for work --
Serena: Uh-huh.
Fausto: -- and remember how you was complainin' good mechanics ain't cheap but you can't lay hands on one that's either?
Serena: Uh-huh...
Fausto: He's good. And he's cheap. Smart guy, hard worker, never give you any trouble --
Serena: Fine, fine, bring him in, I'll find the catch for myself.
Fausto: Did I mention he's a very good mechanic?
Serena: Already I miss the bloodstains.