Dialogue with Subtext. Writing Exercise.

Not sure what the subtext is but I tried to create some sort of underlying conflict. 

            “Listen, maybe this isn’t such a great idea,” the man said.

            “I told you about the car, I had a friend rent it form Avis at JFK. Just call your mark. I’ll park the car right by that school on 58^th street coming up here,” the driver said.

            “Some friend you are. Where?” the man said.

            “Right by the scaffolding on the right side of the street,” said the driver.

            “Alright, I’ll text him. Do see any cameras?” The man asked the driver.

            “No.” The driver said. “I can’t really see much with the window tint.”

            “Can you turn the radio down?” the man said.

            “What you don’t like the Notorious B.I.G.? Notorious is a classic”

            “You may be a guini but your no gumba. I don’t wanna hear that shit,” The man said.

            “I was just getting in the mood,” said the driver.

            “There is only one mood you need to be and that’s steady. Are you sure there aren’t any cameras around here. There has to be, it’s a fucking school. These days with all the school shootings they’d probably couldn’t open their doors if they didn’t have some security measures,” said the man. “Couldn’t afford the insurance,” he said to himself.

            “I don’t know its not like I have been here before,” said the driver.

            “You talk too much,” the man said.

            “Did he get back to you yet?” 

            “Yeah, the man said, “He’ll be at the corner of 58^th and 7^th Ave. in 10 minutes.”

            “Can I ask you a question?” said the driver.

            “What like how am I going to do it?” The man said to the driver. “Do I ask you how to do your fucking job?”

            “Hold up. I was gonna ask you where you wanted to go eat afterwards,” said the driver.  

            “Eat?”

            “Yeah, I’m hungry. I was thinking about going to a diner and getting a burger at a diner. And I was going to ask you what part of the city has the best diners?”

            “That’s easy,” the man said.

            “It is? What are you going to say Bay Ridge or Bensonhurst?” replied the driver.

            “For the best diners you have to go where the Greeks are so that would be Astoria. And in Astoria I know a couple of places –Neptune’s on 31^st, Jackson Hole Airport Diner on Astoria Blvd, and Bel Aire on 21^st” said the man.

            “So which one do you want to go to?”
            “I don’t fucking know, why not get McDonalds.”

            “Cause they have cameras” said the driver.  

            “Jackson Hole has the best burgers but Bel Aire puts us north of the Grand Central right by the Triboro or what do they fucking call it now?

            “RFK”

            “Right the RFK Bridge.”

            “Hey, I got eyes on that mook you told me about earlier. That Law School mule who double crossed your friends.”  

            “Hold on I’ll text him again.”

            “Yeah, that’s him.”

            “Hey,” the driver said to the man, “put your fucking hood up before you get out. I don’t want to get caught.”