Accountant: (sliding briefcase over) $10,000 now, another ten to be paid upon completion.
Stroker: Mr. Nessbaum, it has been a pleasure. Hoop, let's go. (Takes briefcase, grabbed immediately by the accountant. They both pull during the following exchange)
Accountant: Whoa, where do you think you're going with that?
Stroker: It's my money.
Accountant: Yes, but it's not your briefcase.
Stroker: Yes, but the briefcase is part of the deal; it's understood.
Accountant: Don't tell me about the deal, I'm an accountant and the deal was $10,000, not $10,000 and a briefcase.
Stroker: But I need the briefcase.
Accountant: No, I'm an accountant, I need the briefcase. What does a detective need with a briefcase?
Stroker (letting go) To carry the money. (Opens it and takes out some money) Here, I'll buy the case.
Accountant: No deal, it was a Father's Day gift.
Stroker: (resignedly stuffing the rest of the money into his pocket) All right, fine ... jackass. What are these, fives? You couldn't get me a stack of hundreds?
Accountant: I thought you'd appreciate not having to make change.
Stroker: Hoop, help me out; and the amount you carry does not represent your cut.
Hoop: Maybe you should wear that fanny pack I got you for Christmas.