Steve Scott: Action.
Girl: Whoa! Now that's big.
Man: 12 inches. That is regulation baby.
Steve Scott: CUT!! Who IS this idiot? You! YOU! Why are you in my space? WHY?
Tommy Vercetti: What is all this crap? Aliens? Fishing poles? Who's ever seen a shark that big? All this stuff's gotta go. Why'd you get in this business, ya prick? Huh? For the pussy, that's why! What is this??
Steve Scott: This is my art - SECURITY!
Tommy Vercetti: Look, you pompous asshole, I own you now. I own all of this. We're gonna turn this place around... I'm gonna make you rich.
Steve Scott: Uh. You're - You - you're Tommy Vercetti? But I thought that you were...
Tommy Vercetti: That's right. We're gonna be making some changes around here and start making some real money.
Steve Scott: Actually, have you ever thought about, umm...
Tommy Vercetti: But first we're going to need some good-looking broads.
Steve Scott: Yeh, girls are fine but you... whew!
(Tommy Vercetti leaves)
Tommy Vercetti: What's that guy think this is some free art crap?
Tommy Vercetti: Yo, Candy. I'm looking for movie talent - you interested?
Candy Suxxx: Sure! But, you'd have to talk to my agent...
The Agent: The HELL are you doin'?
Tommy Vercetti: You should have stayed at home today!
The Agent: Can you believe this asshole?
Candy Suxxx: Come on, let's go.
(Tommy returns to collect Candy and drives to The Well Stacked Pizza Co.)
Tommy Vercetti: Hey Mercedes!
Mercedes Cortez: Hey Tommy! You wanna party?
Tommy Vercetti: Not now sweets. You interested in doing some movies?
Mercedes Cortez: Of course. As long as it's cheap and sleazy.
Tommy Vercetti: Heh heh - you're hired!
(Tommy, Candy and Mercedes get into a vehicle)
(If Tommy strays too far from Mercedes.)
Mercedes Cortez: Hey! Where are you going!
(When Tommy goes back to collect Mercedes.)
Mercedes Cortez: Tommy, when are we going to get to spend some time alone together?
(If Tommy strays too far from Candy Suxxx.)
Candy Suxxx: Tommy where are you going? Get back here!
(If Tommy drives recklessly.)
Mercedes Cortez: You call that driving?!
(If Tommy continues to drive recklessly.)
Mercedes Cortez: What! Are you trying to kill me? I thought I was the star!
(Tommy drives Candy and Mercedes to the InterGlobal Films studios)
Mercedes Cortez: Tommy, you coming in for a warm-up?
Tommy Vercetti: Maybe later, babe...
Mercedes Cortez: Whoa, cool shark!