Ricky: So how are you gonna do it? C'mon, I've seen that look more times than I can remember. Hell, I own that look. You gonna lurk up on the fool and then pop goes the weasel? Or maybe a drive-by, spray up all his homies.
Cesar: I want him to see my face.
Ricky: Yeah?
Cesar: Yeah. I'll creep up on him. Slide my piece up to his forehead, so the bitch can see me smile before I pull the trigger.
Ricky: Then what? Then what? See, that's where the problem lies. Everybody thinks about the moment. That's human nature. We replay it on our head over and over again and then nobody thinks about the after.
Cesar: The after?
Ricky: You're going to do that fool a favor. If you kill him, no more head on the swivel, no more night sweats, no more facing 25 to life in La Pinta, all that shit is no longer his problem, it's yours. That's the after.