Mike Toreno: Hey, Carl.
Carl Johnson: Hey, what the fuck, man! Hey, Toreno, I told you my bad, man. What the hell can I say? I screwed you over.
Mike Toreno: Calm down, kid.
Carl Johnson: Just go ahead and kill me then.
Mike Toreno: Calm down!
Carl Johnson: Man, you ain't nothin' but a fucking yayo dealer anyway, Toreno.
Mike Toreno: Shut up and sit down! What, you think I'm a drug dealer? You think you're a crusader for good? Do you have any idea what's going on? Any idea whatsoever? Do you? DO YOU?
Carl Johnson: No. I pay as little attention to things as possible.
Mike Toreno: Do not be a fucking smartass with me. I work for a government agency. It is not important which one. I will try not to confuse you. Yes, when we last met, I was involved in battling threats in Latin America, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. That does not make me a drug dealer. Now, the money that we raised, the friends that we won over, have helped us immeasurably in our overseas interests.
Carl Johnson: Government agency?
Mike Toreno: Kids like you. You expect heroes. We're fighting a war out there. I'll be a hero and I'll lose, and what'll we have? Communism in Ohio. People sharing. Nobody buying stuff. That kind of bullshit. So relax, and listen.
Carl Johnson: Alright, alright, I'm listening.
Mike Toreno: I know what kind of guy you are. I need a guy like you. To do things I can't get caught doing.
Carl Johnson: Like what?
Mike Toreno: I need you to commandeer a truck. A rival agency, with a confused social agenda. They got things that we need. Now this is a two-man job. You'll need a friend. Use your sister's boyfriend, but don't tell him a thing. Remember, I'll be watching you.
Cesar Vialpando: I got here as fast as I could, CJ!
Carl Johnson: Yeah, you sure did. How you know I needed help?
Cesar Vialpando: Man, you losing it holmes! You phoned me a half hour ago, man!
Carl Johnson: I did? I mean, oh yeah, I did. Sorry man, I got a whole lot on my mind.
(Carl and Cesar on the bike, headed to the freeway.)
Carl Johnson: We need to 'jack a truck on the freeway. It's headed to San Fierro.
(As approaching Robada Intersection)
Cesar Vialpando: We can get on the freeway here, holmes!
(While driving along the freeway)
Cesar Vialpando: What's the plan?
Carl Johnson: I'm gonna pull alongside and you're gonna hop on board!
Cesar Vialpando: Oh shit, you did not mention that on the phone!
Carl Johnson: It'll be a walk in the park!
Cesar Vialpando: Tell Kendl that i love her!
(Cesar prepares to hop on board)
Cesar Vialpando: Just a little closer, holmes!
(Cesar urges Carl to drive faster)
Cesar Vialpando: Match the truck's speed!
(Cesar urges Carl to move close)
Cesar Vialpando: What do you think, I'm a Mexican jumping bean? Closer!