morning, miss.
so you're headed to the teamster's hall on second street?
bennie.
it's pre-paid. no skin off my nose.
yeah? no. the city. what'a you talkin' about? bennie glances into the rearview mirror, smiling at the girls.
i already got 'em. .  but his smile turns down at the corners as he listens. the girls exchange doubtful looks. it gets worse.
they're right here in the car. 'scuse me. bennie raises the privacy glass but doesn't realize he's left the intercom button on so they can still hear his half of the conversation. the girls are petrified.
don't you think that's a little severe? i mean, they didn't see nothin' yet. they can't hear nothin'. yes they can and they're now scared as hell.
you're the boss. take it easy. i'll fix it. no, i don't have a shovel. not today. it'll be a big mess. besides, i just had this suit cleaned. the girls want out of this car!
i'll take 'em to the wharf, what difference does it make? drew yanks out her inhaler and sucks on it.
hey?! where you goin'?!
you goin' somewhere? she's paralyzed with fear.
what's the big idea? you two a couple a nutbags or somethin'? she opens one eye.
i meant, why you runnin' when i'm trying to give you your bag back? bennie hands parker drew's daybag. parker takes it, still trying to comprehend.
i found your mom's number in the book. she said you needed it pretty badly for that big interview. listen, i gotta go. it's my mother-in-law's birthday and i gotta plant some stupid rose bush and then take her out to dinner at the pier. see ya around. bennie waddles over to his town car and climbs in.