Hey, Frank. Smooth flight? Yeah. Rough, huh? Okay. Hey, Wiley, how you doing? Your...

Gene Lundy: [Kopas and Lundy meet up with Renda and Wiley, coming back from a plane from Mexico, and gathers their luggage] Hey, Frank. Smooth flight?
Frank Renda: [getting out, mildly sarcastic] Yeah.
Gene Lundy: Rough, huh? Okay. Hey, Wiley, how you doing?
[to Renda]
Gene Lundy: Your lawyer says he had to put up a bond, you gotta appear at some kind of hearing, but there's nothing he can nail you with.
Wiley: [laughs] God!
Frank Renda: See?
Wiley: Nothing like a little dumb luck, huh?
Frank Renda: What do you mean, "luck"? The secret is, never run until you know you're being chased.
Wiley: And have a fast lawyer available at all times.
Frank Renda: Real fast.
Gene Lundy: Hey, your lawyer, he's waiting at the lodge he rented for you.
Frank Renda: Hey.
Gene Lundy: He wants to talk to you.
Frank Renda: Hey.
Gene Lundy: Huh?
Frank Renda: What about my melon picker?
Gene Lundy: They turned him loose. That's the question, now, what the cops have in their minds.
Frank Renda: No, the question is, what's he doing?
Gene Lundy: [sighs] He's around. We just saw him.
Bobby Kopas: Probably at home, waiting on you. Uh, Mr. Renda, I was wondering if, when you finish him off, you let me put a couple slugs in him.
Frank Renda: [unimpressed] Who's this asshole?
Gene Lundy: This is our friend, Bobby Kopas, the fellow Majestyk hit. He's been making sure nobody works for him, so there won't be a crowd hanging around there.
Frank Renda: You know him good, huh?
Bobby Kopas: Well, I know he's a stuck-up son of a bitch. He's got a few melons and think he's a big grower.
Frank Renda: How long has he lived here?
Bobby Kopas: Too long, huh?
Frank Renda: [annoyed] You know, it seems that I ask you questions and you don't answer them. I'll try you again. Would you like to show me where he lives?
Bobby Kopas: Why, yes sir, any time.
Frank Renda: Right now?
Bobby Kopas: You bet