Well, I don't know.
Double whatever he offers.

But, Richard--
Richard, it's got to be done today.

-It's now or it's never.

-Let go. Let go of me.

Don't cough on me!
Okay. I'm gonna give you 20 percent.
Look. You're confused. Okay?
If I leave now, all you get is a tube
up your ass at the hospital.

-Look, I can call somebody else.
-Yeah, go ahead. Here, use my phone.

-How much you want?
-Ninety percent.

-But that's crazy.
-No, it really isn't.

Look, okay, 50-50.
Ninety percent.
I should have called somebody else.

So I gotta go meet the son-in-law
and go to Ochoa's.

-So you're doing it.
-Of course. If I sell it, I get 90 percent.

-But this is fucking federal shit, man.
-Yeah, and it's a six-figure score.

Okay. Listen. Hold on a minute.
What? What?
-I want in.
-In where?

The deal. I need the cash, man.
I want a part.

-A part? What?
-We're together for the day, right?

-Just a small percentage.
-Because I'm nice?

This guy got me through my sister.
Who do you think you are?

The day just took a turn. Okay?
Come on, I was there.
-Your name is?
-My name is Valerie.

-What are you doing?
-I need to get my parking validated.

Is that Hannigan?
That guy you were talking to?

Leave him alone, Richard.
Don't tell him you have a boyfriend.
It'll cut your tips in half.