Could I see your driver's license, please?
Gino, Ricca's Driver: [chewing on a piece of gum] Do you know who that is, sitting back there?

I'll still have to see your driver's license, please.
Gino, Ricca's Driver:: I'll have to find it.

You know why you're being stopped? [Ricca's attorney in the backseat rolls down his window]

Yes, we know, officer, and you're making a big mistake.

You crossed the double-line back there.
Gino, Ricca's Driver: Double-line? [The attorney pats Gino on the shoulder]

Just take it easy. [to Davis] Whatever you say, officer. [Gino can't find the license]
Gino, Ricca's Driver: Just can't happen to find it, sir. [Davis walks back to his motorcycle] That's right, simple assignment. Check, see if it's stolen.

I want this bastard busted out of his job.

We'll take care of this guy, you fellas. Just take it easy, huh? [Grimes finishes writing something on his notepad, then walks back up to the car]

This car registered to you?
Gino, Ricca's Driver: [points to Ricca] To him.

I'll have to see the registration.
Gino, Ricca's Driver: Come on, give me that license. [Grimes promptly takes his Colt Python revolver out of its holster, and empties six rounds into the car at point-blank range, killing all four occupants inside. As the bodies fall limp, Grimes reholsters his gun, walks back to his motorcycle, and rides off.]