Sonny: So you really gonna go back up to the big bad Bronx?
Rico: Yeah it looks that way. How about you?
Sonny: I don't know. Somewhere further south, somewhere where the water is warm, the drinks are cold, and I don't know the names of the players. I'm gonna miss you man.
Rico: I'm gonna miss you too Sonny.
Sonny: I give you a ride to the airport...
Rico: Why not.
Sonny: ...with my stolen car. Hey Tubbs, you ever consider a career in southern law enforcement?
Rico: Maybe. Maybe.