"I'll drive."
"Really? And why would that be, Napoleon?"
"I feel like driving."
"I see. And would this 'feeling' have anything to do with the fact that we are on an assignment that demands we drive a flashy red Corvette Stingray up and down Collins Avenue in Miami Beach past scores of bikini – clad women?"
"I do look good behind the wheel."
"As do I. We are supposed to be attracting the attention of the local drug cartel, not attempting to pick up women."
"We're supposed to be rich playboys; picking up women is part of our cover."
"Of course."
