You know, bro, I'll be out in an hour.
I don't think so, running man.
The van to central processing left about five minutes ago...
and there won't be another one for hours and hours.
By the time you get downtown, we're talking overnight in the tombs,
and they definitely won't arraign your ass before morning.
It's a shame we didn't get here a little sooner.
You look depressed, Walter. You depressed?
Yo, Peeps, you still here?
The seat belt on the van was busted.
- Aw, damn. - It's called habeas corpus...
That mean "due process," for the illiterate.
It's called, "you wanted to play games with me," Peoples.
I know a shitload of games.
You boys play nice.
Teflon Don, nigga! Teflon!
Bitch.
Hey, blanqui, what he get you for?
Income tax evasion?
- Fuck you. - [Chuckles]