Benny:
Stroker. Thank god. I need your help.
Stroker:
I'm your man, mister, um...
Benny:
Benny. I saw your billboard. Your detective V.I.E.'s, right? Very Important Entertainers?
Stroker:
Excuse me? Is this a joke?
Benny:
No! I need you, [takes off his cap revealing is a tinfoiled hat] to make Ron Howard stop controlling my mind. We got to stop Ron Howard! STOP IT, RON HOWARD! It's so obvious. I brought evidence. I could pay you $20,000. I'm rich. I got a limo.
Stroker:
Sure, a limo. You just use the shopping cart for short trips.
Benny:
You're working with Ron Howard. You're one of his lackeys!
Stroker:
Look. I want your psycho ass off my property, or I'm calling Vans to tell him you stole their shopping cart, alright? [closes his door]
[after a few seconds later, Stroker sees Benny that he actually has a limo that just came by while he was hearing a voice message on his phone]
Stroker:
Benny! Hey, Benny boy. Is, uh, is the coast clear? Ron's people left yet?
Benny:
They were here?
Stroker:
Across the street. You've got to keep a sharper eye out. Sorry about the little charade I pulled back there.
Benny:
No problem. Is it safe now?
Stroker:
Now that you're with me. I have a ton of expertise with these cases. Yeah, I was the guy who took care of the Rob Reiner, uh, spoon-bending thing.
Benny:
My accountant will be in touch.
Stroker:
So, this limo has the minibar and everything.
