You won't have no trouble. There's $5,000 there. And here's 100 bucks for you. Okay, old...

Luther: [asking for help to make a payment drop] You won't have no trouble. There's $5,000 there. And here's 100 bucks for you.
Mottola: Okay, old man. I'll make your drop for you. And don't worry, you can trust me.
Johnny Hooker: [starting to leave, Mottola puts the envelope in the inner pocket of his jacket] Hey. Hey! If those goons decide to search you, you ain't gonna get far carrying it there.
Luther: What'll we do?
Johnny Hooker: You got a bag or something? How about a handkerchief?
Luther: [holding one out] Here's a handkerchief!
Johnny Hooker: Here. Give it to me. Give me the money.
Luther: Just hurry, will you?
Johnny Hooker: [putting the money in the handkerchief] You got any more? Better give it all to me if you want to keep it.
Luther: [Mottola hands over his own money he has to deliver] They think I've been holding out on them. My wife got sick, and I had to pay the bill. I wasn't holding out on 'em.
Johnny Hooker: [folding the handkerchief up, he sticks it down the front of his pants] Stuff it down your pants here. Like that. Got it?
Mottola: Uh-huh. Yeah.
Luther: Hurry, will you?
Johnny Hooker: [handing the handkerchief back] Ain't a tough guy in the world that's gonna frisk you there