- Tanner: What do you know about a guy named Rudy?
- Mojo: Rudy? I don't know no Rudy.
- [Tanner gives him money.]
- Mojo: Oh, that Rudy! He don't like you at all, man. If your brakes ain't workin', he's the cat who knows why.
- Hungry Caller: And you know that salad crap you covered it in last time? Do me a favor - don't send any. Tastes like shit!
- [first lines]
- Lt. McKenzie: Truth is, Tanner, three years on the department and you're still the best driver I've got. We don't get too many ex-racing boys in here. Low-life rumble in Miami is that there's a hunt for a guy who can pump the gas. Big getaway, big job, maybe even some kind of hit. Some hood, by the name of Rufus, is in the picture. We need a line on it. Coffee? Black, right?
- [he pours Tanner a cup of coffee]
- Lt. McKenzie: Guys upstairs were asking for you, in person. Look, we need you to go under, but no one's gonna know except me. If I bring anyone else in, I'll let you know. I need your badge. Any questions?
- [Tanner drops the badge on the lieutenant's desk and starts to leave]