Alec:
So, Vic. What do you think of my idea of writing down the license numbers now?

Vic DeRubis:
Yeah, yeah, yeah! It's a great idea! How many times you gotta bring it up?

Vic DeRubis:
Uh, the license is as follows: R-I-C-H... Uh, I think that spells "Rich"... Kids... with a "k"... for "kids".

Police Chief Spiro T. Edsel:
Use unnecessary force, if necessary!

Vic DeRubis:
Alec?

Alec Stewart:
Did you talk to Big Wally?

Vic DeRubis:
Yeah, yeah. I told him you got away on me. He was very... unhappy.

Alec Stewart:
Trust me. It's the BRIGHTEST move you ever made.

Vic DeRubis:
Yeah, well, meanwhile, my reputation as an enforcer has been permanently... soiled.

Alec Stewart:
But when we win, you just say you caught up with me and I gave you the 50 grand, then we SPLIT the other 50 grand and everyones happy.

Vic DeRubis:
Right. Hey! (Grabs Alec) WAIT A MINUTE! The deal is: I get 35, YOU get 15.

Alec Stewart:
Isn't that what I said?

Vic DeRubis:
You just said we'd split it.

Alec Stewart:
But I didn't say we'd split it EVENLY. YOU get 15, and I get 35.

Vic DeRubis:
And if we don't win?

Alec Stewart:
Then you kill me.

Flash:
Move over.

Valentino Rosatti:
Huh?

Flash:
Move OVER! Valentino climbs into the passenger seat.

Valentino Rosatti:
Please, mister, it's not my fault. My brother Donato, he make me do this. Please, sir! Don't put me in jail with the Manson family!

Flash:
Get your seatbelt on and put your hands on the dashboard. Come on! We've got some catching up to do.

Alec:
Look, what would Big Wally rather have? Me dead or his fifty grand?

Vic DeRubis:
Both.

Tiffany:
You really want to win this thing, don't you?

Charlie Cronin:
Oh, absolutely. I mean winning the Cannonball. That's something you tell your grandkids about.

Tiffany:
You're a grandfather? You look so young.

Charlie Cronin:
Oh no, I'm not a grandfather yet. I hope to have grandkids someday, but I'm not a grandfather yet.

Tiffany:
Oh, I see what you mean. It's nice to have things in your life that are important. But to do the things you want to do, you have to do things you don't want to do.

Randolph van Sloan:
Uh, what do you think you're doing? What, are you crazy?

Nelson van Sloan:
Relax. I've got a brilliant idea.

Randolph van Sloan:
Yeah, well, so far I don't like it.

Nelson van Sloan:
So far, you haven't even heard it.

Randolph van Sloan:
Alright, what is it?

Nelson van Sloan:
I'll tell you once we get to the airport.

Randolph van Sloan:
Airport? What airport?

Nelson van Sloan:
The Dulles Airport.

Randolph van Sloan:
Are we going to Fresno?

Nelson van Sloan:
Fresno? Who said anything about Fresno? Did I say anything about Fresno?

Randolph van Sloan:
Well, you said the dullest airport and the dullest airport I know of is in Fresno.

Nelson van Sloan:
I didn't say dullEST! I said Dulles! Dulles! Read my lips!

Randolph van Sloan:
I wonder if they're gonna feed us on this flight.

Randolph van Sloan:
Francois?

Randolph van Sloan:
Je ne parla... uh, je ne par... je ne parl... no speaka French.

Randolph van Sloan:
Hmmm?

Randolph van Sloan:
Uh, I'm on my way to L.A. to meet with my wife and two kids... uh, three kids. We're gonna have a nice little family reunion.

Randolph van Sloan:
Look, I don't have a problem with it. It's just not my thing, alright?

Randolph van Sloan:
Peanuts! Peanuts! Oh, thank you. Sorry, I thought you were talking about something else.