Pinkie: (using a huge sniper rifle) I see the plane.
Michael: Good, now be very careful. This is very impo-
Pinkie: (fires) Got it.
Michael: What!?.. (Looks up and sees the plain coming down).. I'll be damned., not bad girl.
Pinkie: (radios Trevor) Boss, the plane is coming down, you in position.
Trevor: Ready to go! (Starts chasing the plane with a dirt bike).
Plays WAKE UP HATE - KORN as the song in the background.
Eventually Trevor reached the crashed plane, shot the target and stole the files.
Trevor: I got the files.. Heading to Martin.
Michael: (off view) Okay.. I gotta get ride of this truck and gun.
Michael: (pours gas on and around the truck then shot the gas with his pistol).
The truck with rifle exploded in a huge blast.
Pinkie: Ohhh.. Pretty, colors.
Michael: Hold on.. How the fuck are we gonna get outta here now.. I can't even remember where I parked..
Pinkie: Not a problem.. Can I borrow you pistol?
Man: (sitting in his car, reading magazine).
Pinkie: [pops out of nowhere and holding the driver at gunpoint, by Michael's earlier AP Pistol] GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR!
Man: (screams in fear).
Pinkie: I'M SERIOUS! GET OUT OF THE CAR RIGHT NOW, MAN! [smashes the window]
Man: [screaming]: OH, JESUS!
Pinkie: GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR!
Man: OH, MY GOD!
Michael: (pull him out of the car, as Pinkie screams violently at the man).
Pinkie and Michael drive off as the man leaves screaming.
Michael: Did we just carjack someone!?
Pinkie: (cutely) We sure did, Mikey. We sure did.