Mission 1: Give me liberty.
8-Ball: I know a place on the edge of the Red Light District where we can lay low, but my hands are all messed up so you better drive, brother.
[8-Ball enters the blue Kuruma]
Claude's mind: First of all, how the f*ck the explosion happened? Second of all, how come this is the only car survived the explosion? Third of all, How did your hands get messed up, what happened you jerk off too much or what?
[Claude gets in the car and starts driving to the safehouse.]
Claude's mind: Look at you back there all relaxed, bet you're glad you don't have to go to prison huh? God this is just great, I was looking forward to go to prison because knowing that I was free I probably would've fight the urge to go on a rampage! But maybe I'll try to live a different life, with a meaningless job, a sh*tty apartment and no money, maybe I'll continue this life because I'll just kill myself if I live a normal life. I wasn't always like this, I used to be a real nice guy from San Andreas, but I did have a temper as a teenager like this one time I went to a Clucken Bell to get some chicken of course and this Fat Bastard look a like from Austin Powers cuts in front of me and I said "hey you just cut in front of me" so then he says "f*ck off" so I get mad right away and pull out my 44. Magnum and then... oh we're here.
[Claude and 8-Ball arrive at the warehouse]
8-Ball: This is the place right here, let's get off the street and find a change of clothes.
[Claude and 8-Ball get out of the car and go in the warehouse]
Claude's mind: Yeah this is nice, I'm liking this look, well I look good you look look a dumbass with mummy hands.
[Claude and 8-Ball return to the car]
8-Ball: I know a guy, he's connected, his name's Luigi. Me an' him go back so I could probably get you some work. C'mon let's head over there.
Claude's mind: I hope this isn't Luigi Goterelli I met met a few years ago. We had this little misunderstanding in '98 involving a car he wanted me to steal but it belonged to some guy named Toni and he started yelling at me so I pull out my .44 Magnum and then I... damn it we're here.
[Claude and 8-Ball arrive at Luigi's club]
8-Ball: This is Luigi's club. Let's go round the back and use the service door.
[Claude and 8-ball walk to the back of the club to meet Luigi]
Claude's mind: This alleyway is a sh*thole, jesus what the hell am I about to get into.
8-Ball: Wait here man, while I go in there and talk to Luigi.
Claude's mind: I swear to god if this is.........
[8-Ball goes in and Claude stays, Mickey gets out and so does Luigi]
Claude's mind: F*CK!
Luigi: 8-Ball got some business upstairs. Maybe you can do me a favor. One of my girls needs a ride so grab a car and pick up Misty from the Clinic. Then bring here back here. Remember no one messes with my girls! So keep your hands on the wheel! If you don't mess this up, maybe there be more work for you. Now get outta here!
[Claude walks away and gets a vehicle to pick up Misty]
Claude's mind: Who the hell does he think he is, yelling at me and telling what to do. I could have killed him now but he gave me a job and he's paying. He wants me to pick up a girl who probably has AIDS and herpes and other diseases. A woman who I think is a prostitute, was in a clinic. Hmm I wonder why and I am being sarcastic.
[Claude arrives at the clinic and picks up Misty]
Misty: Hi I'm Misty.
Claude's mind: Of course you're Misty and not some unwanted prostitute from the clinic. Can you or someone remind me why I'm doing this and not shooting somebody with my .44 Magnum, which I don't have at the moment, god I can't wait to get my hands on that backstabbing bitch Catalina. Hey Misty you better hope Linguini pays me for this because you smell like you just blew a hobo in a sewer for a nickle.
[Claude arrives at Luigi's and drops off Misty]
Claude's mind: Okay we're here, now when do I get paid.
Claude's mind: Alright, I could get used to this. What the f*ck this bitch took the pack of cigarettes that was in the car.