Mall Shootout/Script< Mall Shootout
(Cortez' yacht, Tommy Vercetti and Colonel Cortez)
Juan Cortez: Tommy! Come, join me. This looks delicious, huh? Tapir snout?
Tommy Vercetti: Uhhh... no, no. No, thanks.
Juan Cortez: Tommy, you are like a pampas breeze that has freed me from the stench of corruption, although, I must appear to mourn his passing and carry on with business as usual.
Tommy Vercetti: This isn't getting me any closer to my money...
Juan Cortez: Tommy, my friend, you are not in Liberty now. Here we do things differently. I will continue with my enquiries but in the meantime I have a valuable deal to close.
Tommy Vercetti: A favor for a friend, Cortez?
Juan Cortez: You're a good friend, Tommy. I knew you would not let me down. I need you to meet a courier who has obtained some valuable technology for me...
(Washington Mall, Tommy, Pierre La Ponce, and the French SWAT)
Pierre La Ponce: Ze rain, she is très wet zis time of the year...
Tommy Vercetti: What?
Pierre La Ponce: Ah, comment?
Tommy Vercetti: Look, Cortez sent me. Just give me the damn chips.
Pierre La Ponce: Oh...d'accord.
GIGN Commander: Freeze, imperialist American pig! Zat iz propertay of ze gouvernment Français. 'and eet over!
Pierre La Ponce: You American idiot! Zey followed you here!
GIGN Commander: Shoot Him!
(While chasing Pierre La Ponce)
Pierre La Ponce: Au revoir, you... you crétin.
Pierre La Ponce: Hah! You eat my dirt!